Hmm, mostly I’ve been thinking about blogging, usually at about 2.30am when I’ve gone to bed because I’ve run out of steam rather than will.
I had my Very First Craft Fair recently, at Troon Concert Hall. I’d been planning it for months, wondering if all the effort I was putting in was worth it, and despite the length of time I had to be prepared I was still packing things up at 2am that morning. When I arrived (with my trusty friend Linda as help for the day) I was just so happy that I’d made it, that actually having customers seemed irelevant, and by the time we had set up, my brain had officially gone on holiday. It didn’t take long before people started drifting in, and the real fun began, I love chatting to people and being surprised by their choice of bead – I sold two that I was wearing myself, and even though one of them was a little tricky to let go of, I knew as it went away with it’s new owner, it was going to a good home where it was genuinely appreciated.
I particularly enjoyed interacting with the children who passed by, and had a selection of small beads to give away (I confess that wasn’t my initial plan but it evolved like that) so with strict instructions not to put beads in mouths, ears or noses, off they went with a little bead given with pleasure. A friend and my husband tutted at me for that, but they’re my beads and I can do what I like with them, not everything is about money. Two girls, who looked about 12 years old, stopped for a look and were especially fun, they were so on the ball that I would have happily left my table in their charge for the rest of the day. They gave me some good ideas and pointers for things they would like, so I’ve put plans in action so that I’ve got stock for my next craft fair. After the success of the day (which I pray wasn’t just beginner’s luck) I booked five more craft fairs. It’s a good feeling to go to my shed because I have to, not only because I want to. I can’t just sit on my laurels (or that other thing) there’s ‘work’ to be done.
My (our) son James came to visit recently. We were a bit slow to get to the shed for the first bead making lesson, which meant that his second session was in a hurry on his last morning, but I was glad that he knew enough to get in there and make beads. He was quite excited about a bead he made, which I had to post to him as it was still in the kiln when he left. If he’s bitten by the bug even in a small way, then I am happy. Does that make me a lampwork pusher? I don’t know. I just think it’s nice to be part of someone finding something they are fascinated by and enjoy doing.