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.

So far so good. Very damp, but I’ve got a bag full of woollies and a pair of backup boots should the Docs get wet, so that’s okay. The crowd doesn’t seem to be wary of the weather (partly because the Folk Fest has a very dedicated audience who are used to th rain, and partly thanks to the wonders of advance ticket sales).

Sold some stuff. (Possibly more than last Friday… not by much, though, I don’t think.) Got to listen to people’s delighted squeals as they pore over Robots, which is very rewarding. And have sort of arranged a trade with one of my favourite jewelers, which is excellent. Also, I may have the best puffin in existence in my happy little hands soon.

Folk Festival: Day Three

Trading day! For a teacups, three mugs, and two cereal bowls, I got two pairs of Steph’s pearl earrings, one pair of Jason’s cascading circles earrings[1], a ball of Linda Lewis’ yarn[2], and a gorgeous scarf and two bookmarks from Pearl Fifield. I’m feeling quite happy.

I sold my big 6 lb cephalopot serving bowl. Must make more!

Serena Ryder is really good.

Supper was about the same as yesterday, but no less awesome. Thanks, Mike (& co)!

Got a shout-out from the stage from my kindergarten teacher. (She quit to be a musician a year after I had her, and she’s been doing the Folk Fest pretty regularly ever since.)

In total, my take is only about two hundred dollars under what I did at the CCNL Craft Fair. Cool. Way better than what I expected. (And it’s about six times more than I made at last year’s Folk Fest. The wonders of better weather and a good spot…)

The top search bringing people to the blog this week is “cephalopot”, which is awesome, because about 40% of the time it’s either “cara kansala” or “sherri winsor”.[3]

[1] I’d give you a link for pics, but the bastard still hasn’t gotten his website up. Grrr.

[2] 20% silk, 80% mohair. Why yes, I did have another pair of handwarmers by suppertime. And no-one bought them off me, so my hands stayed warm. :-)

[3] About 50% of the time, it’s “how to make blue clay dragon”, or variants thereof. If anyone wants to start selling blue dragons out of clay, or at least an instruction manual, I think there’s a market out there.


Fresh Fish 3 went off wonderfully. I had a panicky start… I was halfway through set-up when I noticed one of my shelves was screwed in at the wrong height… Cue several minutes of frantically unscrewing and rescrewing without a screwdriver.

Got it put together in the end, and threw the rest of it together only slightly late (but nobody showed up right at opening time, so that was okay, if kind of embarassing).


This year we had a better location, better weather, and a working credit/debit terminal. I made almost twice as much money, and even got some repeat customers. One woman in particular remembered the sheep:


I made a bunch for last year’s FF, and they were one of my best sellers. They were just as popular this time around, and actually grabbed a lot more delighted squeals than the pottery. Which is weird, because they do *not* move anywhere else.

In between sales, I grabbed a nice pile o’ loot. A necklace by Jason Holley, to match the earrings I traded for at the Folk Fest last summer; skirted mug and wine cup by Heather Stone, the Clay Studio’s coordinator, whose booth I have been across from or next to at every craft fair I’ve done; linocut, block print, and photo by Rachel Dragland, whose mom is Marnie Parsons of Running the Goat Press, and whose work is beautiful.