This weekend has been a busy and rather tiring one for me.
The Annual Middleton fair was on yesterday and today was one of my regular markets.
The Fair had been booked and paid for months ago and as the date approached I was getting nervous, a little apprehensive, not knowing what it was going to be like.
Click here to read more about the Fair and see images from last years Scarecrow competition.
The last time I was in Tassie at Fair time, 8 yrs ago, I was Very pregnant and hadn’t even picked up a pair of pliers, let alone started stringing beads together. Fast forward 8 yrs to today and it is the biggest fair I have attended to date. Of course nerves are good, I believe that if you aren’t a little bit nervous there’s a problem. Once the gazebo was erected and I began emptying boxes, arranging bags, busts and beads it all flowed and I was set up in near record time. Not that I have a record to bust or anything…
The crowd was good and steady throughout the day until about 3pm, although other stall holders said it was down on last years attendance.
I’m not a fan of country music but on location it sounds alright and it was quiet enough, or is that loud enough, to not get in the way and be annoying. I saw someone walking their goats, a
horse, sorry, a dog that wanted to sniff at everything including my headless friend and the best comment I heard all day was from a young child, say around 7 or 8 stating to his mother “…but we’re sposed to have fun at the fair, you said it would be fun…” as they walked past. Mum and I just looked at each other and laughed. Not really sure what he was expecting – maybe more ‘rides’. A Country Fair here is not like a show, we have animal pens and pony rides, a mini magic show and the like. Seriously, I think some people have never travelled the 40 mins out of town before. 🙂 (Town = Hobart)
When we first arrived here and I started markets again, I was disappointed that I made little or no sales. I quickly figured out the demographic and spending power here is alot different to Mt Isa. Aside from the obvious income one, people here like things that are different to what I make, and I am still struggling to find my niche.
I now take each market as it comes and have no expectations on what is going to happen. Each event is a PR exercise and used for putting my face, name and beads out there. It’s a pity though and hard to make conversation when people don’t respond to a smile or ‘good morning’ though. Sales are a bonus and it’s great to help customers with their choices.
(on an aside, why do people not give feedback, I’ve sent two items interstate and have not heard if they’ve been received yet)
I only made a few sales and then one lady came back for a second time!
my gazebo - complete with headless friend 🙂
one table of goodies 🙂
the other table - I should have put the other side of the mesh wall up, but oh well, it didn't stop the lookers. 🙂
bags hanging on the side...
Today at Woodbridge was a really slow day. Not sure why, but not many crafty people made sales – food always sells well though. 🙂
Last night I was exhausted. On my feet most of the day and then having to empty bags and boxes, while thinking about what to take for a smaller scale table. I did sleep well, and was not happy with the alarm at 6.30 this morning. I had to finish packing one box before I left.
So Sunday afternoon, 5pm, coffee in hand, boxes ready to unpack (jewellery in my office drawers storage….) I am really feeling it.
Today's table(s) at Woodbridge
Tomorrow morning has been pre booked for a sleep in. (5.30 pm. I’ve just received a call organising Mr 7’s social life, so it’s off to meet his friend and seeing as it’s at the gym I may aswell get a workout in at the same time..)
I will hunt down some pictures and show you some bizarre interpretations of the humble scarecrow another day. I do have one here… my favourite of the ones I’ve seen.
Keep smiling, you never know who might be watching 🙂