It's a sad Monday friends and crafters, as my first market of the holiday season went bust on Saturday. I sold a whopping total of 4 ITEMS. The day began with an exceptionally welcoming sunrise as my family and I put up our tent and tables. I had recently found a Hostess Cupcake stand, like the kind you find in a convenience store, on the side of the road, and got some very friendly neighbors with a truck to drop it off at my house. It was a fun display and went along perfectly with my love of repurposing items, especially kitschy ones. I met a fellow RNESTer there in person, BeadworkbyAmanda and her Etsian friend PeachesProducts. All looked good....and then I left.
I had prior obligations to a Walkathon in Dunkirk, New York, to save my favorite summer camp, of which I am a devoted counselor. I entrusted Mom and Gramps to watch the items I sold along with them in our shared tent. Yet somehow, by the time I returned, the hundreds of dollars I'd dreamed of, and the empty Hostess Cupcake stand I envisioned, never came to be.
Possible Reasons Why:
- The 10 Art/Craft tents outside were competing with a huge garage sale inside the Church hosting the market. People wanted their deals, not the markedly more expensive handmade items outside.
- My tent may have been too eclectic. My items are eclectic as it is, but combined with my mother's quilts and my grandpa's wood work, buyers may have experienced a sort of brain overload.
- I wasn't present to sell the story of Buenahelena, to compliment each woman who tried on jewelry, or offer deals. God only knows the conversations my mother had with each person who walked through.
- Maybe this wasn't the right audience for my work, or maybe, and I don't really believe this, my stuff stinks....