It's been a while! Wow, whenever I start things like this, I get super excited about it, then after a few weeks, I forget about it or some other form of social media takes up my time.
Anyway, here are a couple photos of my first table at an official craft fair! (I sold some items at an art show in Guam a couple years ago and had a table, but this was at an actual place for crafty things.)
So, this was last weekend. I ordered a bunch of stuff and spent the week leading up to the event making a TON of things. (I made just over 100 items!) I obsessed over all the details and, it totally paid off. The table was almost exactly how I envisioned it! The chevron sheet was perfect. The displays were made from scratch and I made sure to put my logo all over them! I even customized tissue paper to match my brand! Everything was ready to go!
I didn't make big money like I thought I would. In fact, it was nowhere near what I thought I could make. BUT I did learn a LOT and I made a few friends along the way. They were other vendors who were nothing but nice and supportive. They were definitely a breath of fresh air!
BUT there was one dark cloud over my table. It was another vendor. She was an old woman who brought her granddaughter with her to help out. At first, that sounds very sweet. I would have loved to do that with my grandma. But, I soon found out that it was nothing but...
You see, the 12 year old girl, immediately took a liking to me. Not sure if it was my lip rings, my crazy hair and makeup, or if I was the only one who was under 50, but she definitely wanted me to like her. She was very sweet. I could see her grandma glaring at me while I was talking to her impressionable granddaughter. After some time went by, granny came over to my table to bring her back to sit with her.
The girl expressed interest in buying a pair of my guitar pick earrings. She had left her cash at home but was going to ask her grandma for a loan and she'd be right back. Well, a good hour had passed and the girl came back, defeated.
The girl said words I will never forget. She said, "My grandma would only give me a dollar because she said that's all this stuff is worth because it's trash."
I couldn't believe what she was saying! This woman really had it out for me! I really don't know why. I wasn't her competitor. We weren't selling similar things. I was no threat to her whatsoever. Even if she didn't like my stuff (which is okay, by the way! I am not everyone's cup of tea!) she had no right to say that about my stuff. I mean, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all, right? RIGHT!
I told the girl, "Wow, I know she's your grandma and all, but what she said was very rude."
The girl kept assuring me that my stuff was good and that her grandma just didn't understand what she liked and what was cool. It just came at a bad time because I was already doubting myself because I wasn't really selling anything.
I ended up giving the girl the pair of earrings and her face immediately lit up! She said, "I already know what outfit I'm going to wear to school Monday that will match these!" It was awesome seeing her joy from something I made. It's such a cool feeling! She had to hide them from her grandma though. sigh, so sad. I just don't understand people like her. Why carry all that hate in your heart?? ....Moving on
I wasn't selling anything because my creations weren't good; I wasn't selling anything because it was nothing but much older people and they do not want blinged-out plastic and aluminum jewelry.
But it was definitely hard to hear that someone out there was so hateful to my art. You can't help but put yourself into your work. My accessories are an extension of me. I don't make things I wouldn't personally wear. That's an important quality to have. It's what makes your craft 'authentic', I think...
Anyway, all the prepping and planning was worth it because I learned a lot about myself. I learned some valuable tips from other nice and supportive vendors and, most of all, I learned that being who you are is the most important thing you can do. It's hard at times, but it's worth it.
I don't know if I'm going to do another one anytime soon, but I'm glad I have this one under my belt. The only way to get better at something is through experience. Next time, I'm coming back even better! I can't wait!