It was exhausting! At least, I was exhausted when I got home from the show last night. It ended at 5pm and then the Oaf and I quickly packed up and broke it down. It did not take long at all. The car was filled to the top with my craft show stuff, so I had to walk home on my poor sore feets.
My neighbors were wonderful. I was at the end of a hall and there were four of five other tables along the hallway.
I had a great time chatting with my neighbor, Ingrid, of Night Owl Pottery. She had a lot of very unique pottery that looks like birch wood. On Saturday, she lent me one of her clip lights to banish some of the shadows of my corner.
Next her was a weaver, Debra of Fire and Fiber. Her husband is a potter and the “Fire” part of the business, but since it is a women’s craft fair, he was not there. Nonetheless, Debra was very friendly and upbeat and brought round chocolates just at the right point in the afternoon each day.
The next booth was shared by two ladies, Jennifer and Paris. Jennifer of Love-Lee Craftsmakes these Kokeshi dolls of polymer clay on a wooden peg base. They were unusual and whimsical.
I, of course, loved the witch complete with the cauldron and broom.
Paris of Sea of Possibilities had a few different things on offer, but the thing that drew my eye especially were these folded origami wallets. She coats a square of fabric with a product called Stiffy, no joke, and lets it dry. It comes out like a sheet of stiff paper which won’t fray and can be folded and creased nicely.
There were a couple of other tables in the hall, but I did not get a chance to chat with the vendors or take pictures.
As far as sales went, I had too few to make the show worth it. But on the other hand I have no regrets, which is my policy anyway. I enjoyed the experience, on of my beloved masks sold, and I gained some feedback and experience.
It’s hard to tell what would have made the show better as far as sales go. There are three floors of vendors, and the second floor is the main floor. It is the way most people enter City Hall and there is a large auditorium where the bulk of vendors display their wares. Customers and visitors start there, and may make their way upstairs or downstairs. But by the time the get to the end of the line–which was my booth–they are burnt out, over stimulated, out of money, or some combination thereof. So perhaps being on the main floor would have made all the difference. I will also see what kind of exposure I get as a result of being there.

























