But I have been working hard on my crafty side and have actually started selling my wares at craft shows. I sort of fell into the first show I did a few weeks ago. It was at a go go and whiskey bar in town (seriously, whiskey sours and scantily clad go go dancers for everyone!) and I actually did really well. Not only did I walk away with about $150 more dollars than I started with, I was able to trade with the other craft vendors and get most of my holiday shopping done - WITHOUT HAVING TO SPEND MONEY. How can you not love that?
So when I had the opportunity to do another show last night - one with some bigger vendors and better advertised - I jumped at the chance. I spent all weekend making new inventory and building some pretty kick ass terrariums and I was ready to go.
(side note: I literally do nothing at Real Job© since December started except build terrariums, and teach people how to build terrariums, and break up fights between customers over terrariums, and something something something else terrariums. So I knew building kick ass terrariums was well worth my time)
Ok so yesterday I took a half day at work (unpaid time off, of course) to set up at the show. I am still very new to the whole world of craft shows, so while it took me about ten minutes to unfold a table cloth and put out my portfolio everyone around me was building shelving units and stacking tables and all sorts of crazy craft show support.
So I sat there.
Then the show officially opened.
And I sat there.
And sat there.
And then I got up and stretched my legs by checking out the other vendors.
And then I sat some more.
Because there were no customers. At all.
So with 15 minutes left (after 4.25 hours of SITTING THERE) a little old lady comes over to my stand. She starts looking through my portfolio, we make small talk, she tells me my works is beautiful, blah blah blah. And then the strangest thing happened.
Adorable Grandma: "You know dear, I hesitate to even ask you this [she leans in close to me across the table], but do you have any pressed marijuana?"
Craftitute: "Oh. Yeah. Actually I do."
Adorable Grandma: "Lovely. Where is it?"
Craftitute: "I have it hidden. Do you want it framed or not?"
She then proceeded to ask her daughters who had come over if their brother would like it as a gift.
Adorable Grandma: "You see dear, he gets this magazine about this particular plant...."
Craftitute: "Oh then yeah, I think he will really like it"
After that sale, I sold my boozarium to a seven year old boy. Why? Because out of all of the terrariums I had made, he wanted the one in a Jim Beam bottle. Go figure.
Now at this point, you might be wondering what a boozarium is. It is like a terrarium, but better.
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| Terrariums. Pretty cool. |
Terrariums are pretty awesome. Especially when I got all the glass at good will and the moss off some rocks around the city. But a boozarium is better.
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| Boozarium. Cooler. Because of the booze. |
I am not exactly sure why I have been recycling our liquor bottles, when I should clearly be filling them with dirt and selling them to hipsters. And seven year old boys, oddly.
So a few notes of housekeeping. I know some of you are more interested into the crafty things I do and I invite those of you to like my crafty side on facebook. I also got a sweet blog nod from Yinzerella over at Dinner is Served! and will be doing an award post about that soon.
