Two things have become clear this week. Firstly, it seems that I can only blog when I can upload photos. Which is a bit ridiculous. Hopefully the photo thing will resolve in the next few days and I will be back properly
The second thing that I have discovered is that it seems that I only enjoy a certain type of Fair. this weekend has been a big 3 day fair at Hopetoun House in Edinburgh. Anyone who has been reading this blog for a while will possibly remember that I had a terrible, terrible time there last year in a black hole of a stall which people didn't go past at all. This year was much better on a financial level - I was down in the old shop and it was busy. But, though the money was better, there was still something wrong.
Now this is going to sound terrible, I am going to be accused of being strident or antisocial. I am aware that what I am about to say sounds a bit off, but I am continuing to type as I know there is quite a bit of writing about craft fairs - disastrous and otherwise - in blogland at the mo.
At Hopetoun, in contrast to last week's Country Living Fair, I just didn't connect. I was aware of feeling a bit down, a bit stressed but couldn't quite work out why. Then, this afternoon, a lovely lady called Mrs Dickson talked to me about what I was selling - she is an embroiderer herself and we talked about how to full wool and good magazines. Speaking to her I realised that practically no-one else had chatted to me all weekend, they had bought things but there wasn't a heck of a lot of eye contact going on. I realised that it is the one to one connection that I love. Talking to Mrs Dickson buoyed me up all afternoon.
It also made me realise that while I need to attend Country Living Fairs myself, (and other Fairs where people are interested in the idea of a maker/crafter/designer/whatever) - others could be manned by better salespeople than me.
Another stallholder in the same area as me put it (i.e. the lack of chat) down to the amount of fur people wre wearing (coats, scarves, tippets, hats). When did real fur become socially acceptable again? It was a very cold and frosty weekend . . . but still . . . I was pretty shocked.