This was my post on Facebook a few days ago. Very grateful for the support I’ve received from my friends and family re this little adventure of mine. They’ve boosted my confidence in my product and my capability to pull this off. As my niece mentioned, no matter what, I’ll have lots of stories to tell afterwards.
I have always been very uncomfortable going to Craft Fairs. I feel bad if I don’t look at someone’s table and I imagine them looking at me with pleading in their eyes – pick me, pick me. If I do look at someone’s product and not buy, I feel worse. So, I usually avoid going or if I do, I literally sprint down the aisles, eyes straight ahead (oh God don’t let me make eye contact with any vendor!).
So, if you are still reading, you’ll think I’m crazy when I tell you, I’m going to be a vendor in a Craft Fair this weekend!!!!!!!! Yep, you read right. OMG. For those of you who live in the area, PLEASE do not attend. I would feel that you would feel obligated to buy something from that vendor who is sitting there with her eyes toward the floor, so that customers don’t feel bad if they aren’t interested in her cards/bookmarks!!
Thanks for listening. Phew.
Guess what everyone’s getting for Christmas if I don’t sell any!
My table will look something like this (well, maybe not close, cause it’s been changed 10 times already!).
I survived! I certainly didn’t sell as much as what I had hoped but it was a great experience. I met some lovely people, had great conversations and some laughs. I am very grateful for the nice compliments I received about my work and photography.
I was of course in the parking lot 20 minutes earlier than when I was permitted to enter the night before to set up. I was happy with how my table looked although not nearly as ‘professional’ looking as other vendors.
An elderly(ish) vendor browsed through the bookmarks before the doors opened. She picked up one, read it and burst into tears. I said ‘oh, I’m sorry’. She sniffed and replied that it just ‘got to her’. It was a photo of paw prints in the sand with a quote from Wil Rogers “If dogs don’t go to heaven, when I die I want to go where they went.” She told me that her beloved dog had died 15 years ago and she still misses his terribly. She had a tattoo of him on her arm, that she kept rubbing. She walked away, still in tears. Later in the day her daughter came up to my table to buy the bookmark. I told her that she could just take it. She argued a bit then thanked me and walked away with it.
I gave away others, for various reasons!
Had interesting conversations about local birds in the area and of course met some other Albertans who are enjoying this great island.
All in all a good day. Would I do it again? No! But, I’m proud of myself for going through with it. Geesh, I sound like I just completed boot camp or something!