The big Unique LA show starts on Saturday and I’m in the final push to get everything done, dry, wrapped and ready to go.
I must confess that I’m a bit nervous.
I was kind of surprised that I was accepted into the show (it’s juried so you have to submit your work and hope the judges like it) because my impression is that it’s a place for “cool” crafts and the edgy stuff that the kids are all into these days.
who am I to argue with a jury? So….Thanks! to whoever said yes to me!
Also, although I’ve had a regular booth at the Rose Bowl Market for a year or so, this is my first, official, CRAFT FAIR.
At the Rose Bowl (which is mostly a flea market) I stand out because my stuff is, well….clean – it doesn’t look like it was recently found it an attic somewhere and people are pleasantly surprised by this.
But at a CRAFT FAIR I will be surrounded by really skilled artists and crafters and though my stuff will of course still be clean it won’t be unusually clean compared to what’s around it so I will have lost that competitive edge. This will require me to fall back on the “isn’t this cool?” factor. And, as I mentioned, cool isn’t my strong suit.
I’m contemplating wearing a leather jacket but fear I would just look like an aging Fonzie wannabe. I’d get a Mohawk but I’m what is known as “hair challenged” and/or bald so the effect would be very, very subtle. Perhaps a beret….Eh, I’ts probably best to just wear my old baseball hat and lots of sunscreen.
On the bright side, I was pleasantly reminded of my mom this morning as I looked at my jammed dining room table and the new auxiliary table in the living room.
Mom always had a million projects going on and they were, most often, spread out around the family room and dining room. You’d have to move things to sit down or risk needle punctures (bad) or “felt pile disruption” (REALLY BAD). I now have so much more respect for my Mom and how she managed running a family AND all the her projects AND my elaborate Halloween costumes- but that’s for another blog post
I’m totally cool in following in mom’s creative footsteps. Proud actually.
However, if I mention in passing, that I drifted off watching a “really good episode of Murder She Wrote” please stage an intervention.