You've heard me talking about the Country Folk Art Craft Show that is on this weekend. Lois and I have been working hard for weeks, getting ready for it. I had high hopes that it would be a good show, and that we would sell lots of product.
DH and I went to Troy, about an hour away, on Thursday night, to set up the booth. Then yesterday L and I went down early afternoon, to drag all the product down there, and to set up the booth. It is NOT an easy task. Rugs are heavy, the booth sides are heavy, and it takes a lot of coordinating.
The show last night was 5-9, but long before it started, I had an uneasy feeling. All the vendors I saw on our way in, were heavily 'buy/sell'. In other words, they didn't make any of their product.
Boxes and boxes of stuff, MADE ANYWHERE BUT IN THE USA. Knives, no bake cheesecake mixes, sticks and trees and wooden things with lights, fake wreaths with fake owls stuck in them, roasted nuts, loaves and loaves of bread marked PENNSYLVANIA .......as in 'Amish', but the stuff in my grocery deli looks better. There were tee shirts, and hats with faces, ice scrapers, cheap jewelry, ah....the list goes on.
There were, of course, a few nice things. But overall, the show was dark, and depressing, to me.
I was pretty sure I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
When the show started, it was pretty evident that I was right. A few lovely people were impressed, and loved everything, they 'got it'. They understood that they were looking at hand crafted goods, made by me (and L). Made the old fashioned way.
But most people cruised right on by, and occasionally looked in as if to say, "What are you doing here?"
They were looking for the $5-$15 item, and sorry, but some of the tacky stuff people were dragging around with them was just plain embarrassing.
I was disappointed, but not devastated, to quote L's response to all this, "Buck up."
And I did.
I drove home late last night, fell into bed, and got up early so I could take all the extras that we had loaded in my car, back to the studio.
Then when I got to the show this morning at 10am, I quickly loaded all the extras we had under the tables, into my car, for the ride home today. I knew that it was highly unlikely that we would sell them, so to take them home before the end of the show on Sunday, meant a quicker, less painful, take down then.
I doubt much that I will make the $580 booth fee. So lesson learned.
I should have scoped out this show last year. If I had, I would have known it was not the place for me.
Instead, I put myself, and a few other people through this annoyance.
My lovely middle daughter came to the show today, and said to me, "Go home. I got this covered."
Dear sweet girl, and sweet granddaughter. So I did just that. I took stuff back to the studio, I dropped in on a surprise birthday party for an old friend's daughter, and then I took Roy for a 4 miler.
Roy is wearing his "Easy Walker".....which he and I both LOVE. Thanks to Karen over at THISOLDHOUSE for suggesting it. I highly recommend it, and must admit to being totally shocked at how well it worked.
So, hey. I screwed up. I admit it. I made a poor decision, and it just didn't work out. But you know what??? It's ok. I'm human. I tried, and now I know. I'll take the lesson, and move on.
Times like this, I am inspired to rethink things, and regroup. I am suddenly so grateful for what I do know, and what I do have, and who I am.
Tomorrow, the last day of this foolishness, will come, and go.
Monday is the start of a new week, and a new mindset. Which is good, because soon will come a new year, and I want to meet it joyfully.
Life is a process, and I have to be satisfied that I will never get it perfect, I will just give it my best shot.