I participated in my first craft/maker fair over the weekend. I was expecting a cool September afternoon when I signed up for it in the spring, but instead got a humid day in the 80s. My sons were with me while I set up the table and my three-year-old was insistent that we leave the tent walls closed “for privacy.” “We need a breeze in here,” I kept saying while I opened them up. “Okay,” he’d say as he closed them, “We’ve had one.”
It was hot. Really, really hot.
I sat in the tent for six hours, I had fun visiting with my neighbors, and enjoyed hearing the band play next to us, but at the end of the night I had made exactly enough to cover the tent and the space fees. It was pretty discouraging. The forecast for the following day also predicted hot, humid weather, and scattered thunderstorms.
But the next day it didn’t rain. It wasn’t a huge success, but I made enough to feel like the endeavor was worthwhile and I came away from it with a better idea of what people would and wouldn’t buy.
The best part (other than the sangria my husband brought and the terrifying and funny car-birth story a fellow maker told me) happened when I was dropping my daughter off at a birthday party at one of those pottery painting places. A kid approached me and asked me if I was the one from the Made Fest. I said yes, and he asked for some help with an embroidery kit he had purchased the previous day. I was able to see the work he had done already and help him figure out a chain stitch.