So I had my first craft show which turned out to be a real let down. No one knew what was going on as well as poor execution was involved. It was total donation, so I was going to make a dime, but I figured that this would be a great chance to get my name out there. It took every bit of me to actually decide to participate in this because I have a hard time putting my work out there to be judged. I show up with kids in tow (not Tow like cow, but tow like truck), at 8:00 a.m. That means I had to wake my children up, WAKE MY CHILDREN UP! I don’t do this. Like their Mama, these sweet, loveable children are serious grumpy people in the morning. Emma told me she was so cold that she could not walk to the bathroom to go potty and then she needed me to then carry her from the bathroom to my bed because “her legs didn’t work.” That’s an Emma quote. I fed Ellie early and then she went back to sleep and was like a sack of potatoes as I put her jacket on while she was passed out in her crib. I should have just known that this wasn’t going to be good and we haven’t even made it to the craft show.
Let me back up a little and tell you how this whole thing came about. I get this flyer in the mail about a Country Store/Craft Show benefiting the museum here in Panhandle. Dustin talked to the lady in charge over the phone and found out everything. I didn’t have to stay, I could set up at 8:00 a.m. or just drop it off and let them set it up and then pick up what didn’t sell at 2:00 p.m. I would just need to price all of my stuff. Sounds simple enough and I don’t have to try and get people to buy my stuff.
I stay up the last couple of nights until 1:00 a.m. making bows and bow holders and just trying to get everything ready. Last night was a 2:00 a.m. night, but I set up my kitchen table how I would at the craft show with pictures in frames and the bows, I mean the whole nine yards. Go big or go home if you know what I’m sayin’. It really looked good and I was really starting to think that this is going to be so awesome. I should have just gone to bed. I show up at the Ag Building with all of my stuff and the girls in the back seat and just walk in real quick to make sure I was in the right place. One lady said no and the others just looked at me. I asked if they knew where the craft show was and I again got the same bewildered looks. Then someone said if I meant the fair and I said the craft fair, yah, that was it, and she pointed in to the other room. I asked if that’s where I would set up and again with the bewildered look. They said I was only to drop the stuff off and someone would set it up because there wasn’t any room. I told her I understood that a table would be provided and I could set up. Bewilderment. She said that this wasn’t an actual craft show and it was only donations. I finally gave up and said “Okay, that’s what I was trying to find out, thank you,” and made the longest walk (7 steps) to my truck with all of my table decorations and girls in tow.
I felt like such an idiot. And of course, right on time, Dustin calls to see how everything is going. I start telling him about the ladies and how I felt and I just start to break down. Nothing crazy like, but the 3 or 4 tears that roll down you face when you feel like giving up. I told him I was sitting back in front of our drive way, pricing my stuff and I was just going to run them back up there and drop them off, with no cute table. He said to not worry about it and to not let this bother me because he was proud of me no matter what. I head back up there to drop off my bows and turn around again. Emma says, “what in the world Mama,” which now makes me rethink everytime I’ve said that about some idiot driver and then proceed to call my friend Tammy. I tell her what’s happened and asked if she’s dressed because I am now sitting in her driveway waiting for her. She goes up there with me and runs in and asks a few questions and then comes back out and says, “Let’s go, you’re setting up your stuff.” We grab the girls and I talk to a much nicer lady who sort of has a clue what’s going on and set up my 2 foot area and walk out with my head held high. Tammy later informs me that she was somewhat bitchy to the ladies, but wasn’t going to tell me then because she knew how much this meant to me. Thank you Tammy.
Long story short, we show up to the craft “fair” and nothing has sold and no one is even interested in a craft show because a meet market is going on in the front of the building and a high school reunion is in the same room as said craft “fair.” My friend Margie had come to eat lunch and then go to the craft show, but it was such a let down. My pride was a little wounded, but we left and laughed about the other four things that people were trying to sell and then my somewhat over the top 2 foot area. Dustin said I had nothing to be upset about because again he was so proud I would even take a chance and do something like this. Thank you Dustin. Dustin goes back up there and brings home my stuff. I looked at all the bows and nothing was sold. Then I look at prices and noticed I even marked one really wrong and it didn’t even sell. But then I can’t find the Halloween Spider Clippie. Dustin, Emma, I and Ellie in my arms jump up and down because Mama sold a bow!! I look under a bow and find the clippie. That hurt a little. Dustin said he was tempted to leave some bows there and say that a huge crowd came by and bought some right when he was going to pack it up. What a husband. But instead, Dustin counted the business cards and two are gone. He high-fives me and the girls go down for naps and I take a 2 hour nap on the couch. What a day!