Not too long ago, I got a nice little note about possibly applying for the craft festival in a near-by town. It’s very well-attended and over two days. Still, the booth fees were very high so I declined. What the note did do, however, was peak my interest in seeing what other festivals were happening this Spring and Summer and what their costs were.
Turns out, the one in my home town is just one quarter of the price as the one around these parts. It’s definitely not as fancy (but it is quite a community fixture, this year is its 39th year), but now the organizers only accept handmade vendors (gone are the jewelry re-sellers etc). This, in my opinion, is a real bonus. So I thought, I’ll do that one! My mom even has a big table I can borrow.
Now that I’ve decided and gotten myself excited about the idea, I am sort of freaking out. I don’t know if even this one is going to end up making me any money. Not that money is the only reason for making (or even a reason), but for something like this, it’s got to be a big factor in decision-making; it’s the whole point. I don’t have a tent. My mom’s table is actually pretty small for the space. (10×16!) And I’m sort of questioning the wisdom of it all. Is it worth over a $100 investment? I’m going to have to really sit down and make lists and figure this out. I’d love to hear from anyone with wisdom on this subject.
First, I’ve been taking some time off. I thought I’d be more inspired and inclined to stitch this summer – especially given that I was on my own with one of two children for an entire month while my husband and daughter were relaxing at a cottage on the lake. But no, it (obviously) did not turn out that way.
I tried to take a lot of photos this summer – the above is one of my favorites from the last few months. And hopefully I’ll have some more ideas as time moves on.
Thanks to a lovely little write-up at allthingspaper, my number of visitors today has gone up a lowly 5700%.
Thanks for all the kind words and for looking around. Be sure to come back!
The stem stitch still drives me up a wall but I’ve decided to make peace with the fact that I cheat it (because I like the way it looks).
I was hoping to finish up tonight so I can take photos and go to the post office in the morning; however, the iron and ironing board don’t get used much around here (I’m the worst) and they are tucked away in the baby’s room in his closet. So it’ll just have to wait.
I am also hoping to have some new paper pieces finished up soon. Something along these lines — neater and minus the pencil marks. I’ve also come to terms with the fact that I’ll end up doing most geometric paper pieces at least twice.
I finally have some real space of my own. It took some doing. Rearrange furniture in both kids’ rooms. Move a little dresser from my daughter’s bedroom to my son’s. Move a desk from the basement to my daughter’s room and then move the giant 8 foot table leaning against the wall in the garage to the basement.
Only half of the space is mine, the computer and other art supplies officially belong to the kids. In the little cabinet I am keeping floss, needles, scissors, and whatever else I need on-hand. The shelf holds my materials, works in-progress, and finished pieces.
I’ve lined the table with drawing paper; the table has been around the block a few times. (It’s been in my family as long as I can remember. It started its life in a fire hall, then as a activity/sewing table at my parents house, then at pretty much every family function for food service, crab eating, you name it. I ended up using it for a birthday party and then it became mine.) And the paper makes a good place for scratch work and notes and it’s fun for the kids to decorate.
I was so inspired by having a new space, I whipped up a little cross stitch (something I haven’t done before). I’m pretty pleased with it. It will hang alongside the griffin and a few paper pieces in my office.