I was somehow skeptical about going to fairs and festivals for most of my life. There was a very good reason for it, too; my first boyfriend dumped me in a fair, near the cotton candy guy, in front of about half the class! It was so embarrassing for thirteen-year old me, so I swore of fairs since then.
As fate would have it, however, I ended up breaking that vow as I became an adult. Recently, one of my former classmates asked me to go to a fair. Was she aware of my sworn animosity to these places? I gave her the benefit of the doubt, and as it turned out, she was trying out a gimmick that involved her rendering people in charcoal drawings in record time. So I considered: I didn't currently have a boyfriend, so there's no harm in going there, right?
So I decided to go ahead and face that fear. But when I got to the fair, I began to remember that the place was anything but scary. In fact, there were tons upon tons of things to shop for! It's every girl's dream come true. By the time I got to my friend's booth, I already had two bags full of stuff.
So as I sat down, nearly motionless while my friend rendered me in charcoal (for no cost), I got to thinking; the fair is not such a bad place after all. And with all the arts and crafts laid out in booths, I figured I could sell some of my wooden sculptures here as well.
I suppose I should come clean, at this point: I have a peculiar fondness for woodcarving. It was one of my grandfather's many hobbies, and apparently, the talent rubbed off on me a bit. I didn't pursue it professionally, though, though I didn't take a class back in college for it. It was actually in that class that I met Sandra (my friend that is skilled with charcoal).
I talked about my idea with Sandra, and she was immediately supportive of the notion. We're going to try that on the next booth she'll set up; I'll get to join in, and in exchange, we'll be splitting the rental cost. I'm ready for the day when I'll sell my crafts; I'll tell you how good (or bad) it went.
As fate would have it, however, I ended up breaking that vow as I became an adult. Recently, one of my former classmates asked me to go to a fair. Was she aware of my sworn animosity to these places? I gave her the benefit of the doubt, and as it turned out, she was trying out a gimmick that involved her rendering people in charcoal drawings in record time. So I considered: I didn't currently have a boyfriend, so there's no harm in going there, right?
So I decided to go ahead and face that fear. But when I got to the fair, I began to remember that the place was anything but scary. In fact, there were tons upon tons of things to shop for! It's every girl's dream come true. By the time I got to my friend's booth, I already had two bags full of stuff.
So as I sat down, nearly motionless while my friend rendered me in charcoal (for no cost), I got to thinking; the fair is not such a bad place after all. And with all the arts and crafts laid out in booths, I figured I could sell some of my wooden sculptures here as well.
I suppose I should come clean, at this point: I have a peculiar fondness for woodcarving. It was one of my grandfather's many hobbies, and apparently, the talent rubbed off on me a bit. I didn't pursue it professionally, though, though I didn't take a class back in college for it. It was actually in that class that I met Sandra (my friend that is skilled with charcoal).
I talked about my idea with Sandra, and she was immediately supportive of the notion. We're going to try that on the next booth she'll set up; I'll get to join in, and in exchange, we'll be splitting the rental cost. I'm ready for the day when I'll sell my crafts; I'll tell you how good (or bad) it went.
About the Author:
For most of her life, Rita Horowitz avoided Florida Craft Shows. she now knows better, and can usually be seen minding her own booth at various Florida Craft Fairs
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