Like many crafty artistic types, I am ever hopeful that what I make will find an audience (other than those who are related to me :-)), so I am always tweaking my display. I made a ton of small pendants with my own lamp work beads and other bits and pieces, and I wanted a better way to display them. I blogged about where I was headed here, and below is the final result.
It's not 100% perfect (some clamps were required to keep it stable) but I like the result. However this particular show, usually by far my most successful, was a total dud this year. I didn't even crack triple digits. Part of the problem was that I did no self promotion whatsoever, and part of it was that this year the crowds' average age was 70ish. Not really the type to be into boho-ish art beads. The competitive part of me wants this to be successful, but the realistic part of me knows that the most important thing - my family - takes priority over all else. And I need to practice my craft more, and really, it needs to just be fun, not a job. It's okay (I am telling myself) to take a break when I am not feeling it, and pour every extra minute into it when I am feeling it. What does this have to do with being hope(ful) you are wondering? Because my partner in crime lately at craft fairs is this guy:
He set up his rainbow loom next to my table and completely outsold me. He will wave down even the oldest sweet grandmother and charm her into buying a charm or a bracelet for a grandchild. He helped me set up and tear down, he scouted the other vendors, brought us lunch (this craft fair always has the best BBQ sandwiches - yum) and did some Christmas shopping for his sister. His boundless energy and enthusiasm and hope are a constant light in my life.
See more hope here: