My mom and I arrived for set up at 9am. We had been randomly assigned a booth space, and what luck, we happened to be right by the giant Christmas Tree. It was a beautiful spot.
Most of the hundreds of other sellers had tents framing their shop, but didn’t want to spend half of my potential profits investing in one, so we had our tables out in the open. I must say, I loved it that way. I don’t know why more sellers don’t scrap the tents, at least on nice-weather days. People walking by could instantly interact with my wares, without the additional commitment of walking into a tented space. And my colorful knits looked their best, lit by the sun.
No one was disparaging of my work. I loved hearing people tell me that they were knitters too, or that they loved my stuff. I loved the ten-year-old girls who eagerly touched each toy. I loved how many friends came out to surprise and support me. I loved the friendly wisdom of The Arthur Wright, the T-shirt artist in the neighboring booth, whose kindness made me feel so welcome. And selling was not as hard as I expected at all.
Still, I am glad the fair is over. Now I get to catch up on Etsy orders, enjoy a sense of accomplishment at doing something big for my business that pushed me out of my comfort zone, and maybe, just maybe, even relax a little.