Craft Fair Wrap-up and Recovery

The craft fair is over for another year. Hooray and celebration! We all survived it! Thank you to everybody who came by; meeting new people and catching up with familiar ones is one of the best part of the fair. (Sorry if I seemed a bit zombie-ish for parts of it. Between the galler5y show and the fair production crunch, I was tired.)

While I was there, I got some wicked cool loot. Hand-dyed, handspun wool from Jasmine Paul, an octopussy silkscreen by Alexe Hanlon, a beautiful teacup lithograph by Jennifer Morgan, and a wee sketch by Cathia Finkel. The sketch is on a card, and possibly intended to be written in and mailed somewhere, but I plan to frame it and put it up on a wall somewhere.

The Monday after the fair was mostly spent sleeping. In the afternoon, there was a mall walk up the trail at Cape Spear.

Myself and some other craft fair survivors were originally planning on walking to Freshwater and back, but a) that would have taken a while and b) it would have involved a hill. So our hike was downgraded to a walk. We moseyed a ways up the trail, then went off to sit on some rocks and look at the ocean and have a short nap in the moss. And then we went home. It was fabulous.

Finished Tiles!

I unloaded the kiln today! There were many goodies. I am so very, very pleased with the tiles. Especially the ones with the crewelwork sgraffito… there are so many ways to play around with this design. Rainclouds bringing flowers and fertility to the trees. Menacing storms making the ohshitboat[1] long for the domestic comfort symbolized by the embroidery pattern. Hibernating trees in winter dreaming of fabulous blossoms.

And bees. You know the bees always see flowers as sexier, gorgeouser things than we do.

They’ll be for sale at the Christmas Craft Fair at the St. John’s Arts and Culture Centre from Wednesday to Sunday this week.. Fair hours and list of exhibitors is on the Craft Council website over here.

[1] The ohshitboat is a recurring design of mine. It is never out of danger, but it seems to survive, from one tile to the next. It may be more or less constantly panicking, but it manages to keep sailing.

The Christmas Craft Fair

Set Up Day:
Mostly spent waiting for paint to dry. No, really. Had left painting of sign to Wednesday; organized sign and paint cans on Arts and Culture Centre lawn around 1:00, applied magical[9] primer, then discovered magical primer cannot be removed from brush with water. Left to find paint thinner, cleaned brush, returned. Painted coat of blue. Wandered around a bit, eventually decided blue would not dry outside (it was cold and not so sunny by then), wrestled sign indoors and hung[1] it up. Set up rest of booth. Waited around another while; once blue was dry, added “Blue Dragon Clay” in mostly authentic[2][3] 15th century Gothic script. Left around six or seven.

Day One:
Snuck in early to stencil a blue dragon onto sign. Sold a Robot mug straight away to Erin McArthur, who buys a mug at the start of every craft fair she attends and uses it for the duration of the show. Sold several more Robot things and one cephalopot pate dish. Otherwise, fairly slow day.

Got some knitting done. Geeked knittery and yarns with Vicky Taylor-Hood[4] and Rilla Marshall. Noticed a few other people knitting; after so long keeping busy for this event, I guess we don’t know how to stand still anymore. Had to ask Molly the Hooker for help with turning the heel.

Have a kettle set up behind some of the pole and drape. Offer various teas, sugar and honey to fellow vendors; they can even use a mug, so long as they wash it out and put the price tag back on before returning it[8].

Day Two:
Knitting has spread. Erin, me, Rilla, someone from Rattling Books, Donna Clouston, Urve Manuel, and Molly White have hats, socks, and something that may or may not be a sweater underway. Most of the professional knitters are happily taking a break, except for one who is crocheting a giant granny square, and another who just can’t seem to stop making mittens.

Sold more than on the first day. Got an order for twelve(!) three-piece table settings. Also, a new wholesale customer.

Finished my sock, except for grafting the toe, which every knitter consulted avoids doing, can’t remember how to do, or doesn’t want to explain while busy with her booth. “Just search YouTube for it; there’s loads of how-tos there.”

Day Three:
Sock-knitter extraordinaire, Christine LeGrow, is back! Booth had been manned in her absence by Derrick, a lovely man who is unfortunately useless at turning a heel or grafting a toe. She showed me how to do it. Then I messed up, and she whisked my sock away to fix, despite feeble protestations of “But I know how now; I can undo it myself! You don’t have to bother!” because she is very particular about socks, and about toes especially, and if it were known that she had been involved in the grafting of a bumpy sock toe she would have exploded from shame and frustration. She did compliment my tension, though, which is awesome because that’s what I have the most trouble with usually.

Sales quite brisk in morning and afternoon. Only three Robot mugs left, and very limited selection of colours for other Robot things. Other lines selling too, but much more slowly in comparison.

Got another wholesale order, from the afore-mentioned Janet Davis.

Was visited by various family members; some brought food, and youngest brother and girlfriend even brought teas. They know me well.

Got as far as the instep on the second sock.

The heat produced by floodlights and bodies, combined with fatigue and the extended stay in a closed environment, has made people go a bit silly. One woman was reportedly seen towards the end of the day with her knitting on her head, needles pointing up like antennae, and a bit of fleece on her chin like a beard. I do not know why.

Day four is tomorrow. Wish me luck, sanity, and smooth grafting.

[1] Thank you to Michelle Lambert‘s dad for holding up one end.
[2] Thank you to Peter Sobol for the lend of a stepladder.
[3] I say “mostly” because the C in Clay is a little wider than it should be.
[4] Who owns the teeniest umbrella[5] ever.
[5] The kind for making skeins of wool into balls of wool, not the kind for keeping you dry in the rain.[6]
[6] Those never work here anyways.[7]
[7] The kind for keeping you dry, I mean. The rain isn’t usually vertical enough for that.
[8] Sold one mug that way. :-)
[9] It lets you paint latex over oil. I had no idea such a thing existed.