What a day! I hardly know where to start…
I went to a vintage arts and crafts show today and had SOOOOOOO much fun.
My friend Lindsay invited me (she was a vendor!) and I’m very glad I went. I could have just laid in the aisle and soaked up the ambiance for hours.
I spent too much and I’m almost certain I left slobber in more than one booth.
But the very most remarkable part of the morning was a major breakthrough for me – not even ONCE did I wish I was a vendor. Not ONCE. It feels huge.
Those who have been following my creative journey for any length of time know that I’m practically schizophrenic in wanting to sell my work one minute, then I don’t the next- changing my mind back and forth so quickly I ’bout give myself whiplash. It is rare thing when I pass by an empty store front and don’t immediately try to figure out how I would decorate it if it were mine. And even rarer that I go to a craft show without yearning until my heart almost breaks to be one of the vendors.
Not this time.
I had so much fun, and I got so many ideas. But it never translated into wanting to make anything to sell. It was “Ooooh, ooooh, I could do that for MY tree!” Or, “Oh, man, I’m going to need to do a vintage tree next to the angel display this year!” Or, “I could do something like that for the guest room!”
I can’t tell you how happy it made me – how freeing it was to want to do just a few of many things instead of exploring how I could set up an assembly line for doing a whole mess of fill-in-the-blank quickly and cheaply enough to be able to sell them at a price people were willing to spend for them.
I’m not declaring total victory yet. But in the war I’m having with myself, I won this battle, and it wasn’t even a close call!
We’ll see where I am when I get back from CHA (the craft and hobby industry trade show) in January. (YES, I’m going with some of my arty friends – we’ll see if I am STILL this chill then!)
When I got home from the craft show I pulled out the stuff to add another 2 pages to the pocket page layout I did yesterday. Contrary to the quick project the pocket pages were, this one took hours. How can that be? It is so simple…
Anyway. Progress is good. The stack of photos is getting smaller and smaller and the stack of finished pages is getting taller and taller. I’m actually beginning to see a glimmer of the light at the end of the Yellowstone Album Tunnel. Then it will be Alaska, and Disneyland, and Heaven forbid I should finish any of the gazillions of every day layouts! In my head I’m laughing hysterically. I’m so screwed. I think I’ll go get in the hot tub.