I had my first “real” craft show this past Saturday with the Incomparable April at my side. I have vended at Pagan festivals before, but this was my first real outing with an intention to make this a business. We sat in despair…ok, ok…we sat gabbing about everything under the sun with a cursory glance and an almost completely sincere sounding “Good Morning!!!” as we watched with blandly pleasant smiles until they went away, at which point we began gabbing again (We have our retail faces down!)…as the day wore on and nothing sold. In the last hour or so, a bunch of stuff went and the day was modestly successful, enough to “buy the table” and make a little bit for some supplies.
The biggest lesson I have come away from the first outing with, however, is that I am an emotionally involved chick. I sold two necklaces, one that I had finished just that morning, giving me the vague sensation that I had sold fresh wine, or pre-beer “wort” rather than something nicely cured and aged. Because I am a big dork. The other piece, though, was one that had been among my “to sell” stock for a few months now, and it was really much harder to let it go than I though it would be! Seriously, I was almost teary I slid the necklace into a plastic bag for her to take away. I honestly thought for a second that I would begin asking her to promise she would feed it everyday, take it for walks…send it to the best schools. “I’ll never forget you!!” my big dumb sap n’ schmoop gland cried out as my pink and green glass bead masterpiece walked out of my life forever. I told the very nice lady who bought it that it was one of the first pieces of jewelry I had made solely for selling purposes and that it was hard to let it go, because guilt creates repeat customers. 🙂 She has my email address and name, ostensibly to re-order should she wish to, but really I know it’s because I hope she will send me pictures of the big, beautiful, rabbit-infested farm I just KNOW she took my necklace to. ::sniffle::