IT’S PARTY TIME!
You scared up your best work. Filled out the forms. Wrote a fat check and hauled your precious babies to Cole & Weber. (In the rain. Uphill. Both ways.)
Then the judges came, from miles around. They ooh’d. They aah’d. And they ripped some stuff to shreds. (We’re looking at you, Vern Fonk.)
So who won already?
We can’t tell you yet, but we do know it’s going to be an amazin... [read more]