So my first Arts Festival was … disappointing.
The good news? I sold things. And people really liked my prints — and (maybe more importantly) other more seasoned vendors liked them too (and offered a lot of helpful feedback.) I actually only sold magnets, so thank god I made some. But a lot of people took my card, and seemed interested in custom prints, so we’ll see if that ever ends up paying off.
The bad news? Yes, I sold magnets. $18 worth of magnets. But lunch and some bottled water was $12. And then Smoop said she was getting a beer, and she got me one too — and those were $6. So in five hours, we managed to eat and drink all of the profits.
But at least it was a nice day to sit outside.
I don’t know if I’m ready to dive headfirst into the Arts Festival circuit — but I’d be willing to give it another shot in a different neighborhood. Preferably one full of people with cash to burn. Aging hippies aren’t really my target demographic.
But they did offer up several hours of hilarious people watching, which gave my mother the opportunity to poke fun of anyone with unnatural haircolor (she’s such a hater, and I’m still bitter I wasn’t allowed to have purple hair when I was 12, but whatever), and play one of her favorite games — Is That A Man or A Woman?!
“It’s a woman,” she whispered to me. “She has lady feet.”
And the old guy with 15 hulahoops? Oh, she loved him. When I pointed out the fact that he was hulahooping around his knees — she looked at him, and then asked me, “Do you think he’s trying to get it up?”
And then she laughed so hard at herself, I worried she’d pee her pants.
That may have been after the beer.