This weekend’s Craft Fair was the first one I’ve participated in since probably about 1996. When I had my consignment craft store in the mid-90’s, and even before that, I had a table almost every year. The first time I put in these cool harlequin clowns I had made. I sold out and made about $700 that day. I was flabbergasted.
In subsequent years I had all kinds of different products, with varying levels of success, but I always did pretty well. I stopped going though. Do you know why? It wasn’t just that I wasn’t doing much “crafting”. It wasn’t even that “crafting”, as such, had gone out of vogue a bit. It was that I just started feeling that there was a lot of…. well, here’s me being totally honest…. a lot of junk out there. Things that were over-priced and of poor quality. Things that were ugly.
It was like everyone on the planet had decided they could build stuff because they bought a hot-glue gun. Problem was, they could. And they did. And it was not a good thing.
Having participated in the Trade Shows here, however, I knew that you couldn’t get much better advertising. Advertising was what I was really after, both to introduce the bath line and to let people know where the jewelry is now that I’m building again. For a $50 table fee, you just can’t beat it in terms of being able to communicate with people.
The most important thing I want to stress in this entry though is that things have changed at the Creston Craft Fair. Boy have they changed. As I wandered around checking out the other booths, I was extremely impressed with the calibre of the products being offered. Gone were the ticky-tacky, lace and ribbon-ridden froofy-thingies. No more rose-embellished toilet-paper holders. No more crocheted necklaces and knitted-skunk bathroom-spray covers. Not at THIS craft fair.
Instead, there were lovely photography displays, warm felted slippers, wreaths made of fresh pine and balsam. Chocolates to make your mouth water and your fillings ache. Hand-blown glass and lots of sumptuous soaps, lotions, and salts….not just mine. Gorgeous original artwork. And the pottery. Oh wow. The pottery. Raku pieces to die for. Innovative glaze applications, intricate pressed-patterns, glass frit on porcelain. Literally To. Die. For. And yes….I came home with some. I had to. It was talking to me. It would have been wrong to leave it there.