Look, I know I never blog about my knitting, but I have to write a tiny little weeny post about the weekend before last.
While the Scottish Golf Open was playing at Castle Stuart, Inverness Airport right next door decided to put on some entertainment for its customers. It advertised for some crafters and makers to apply for a stall for some days over the week. I applied, for a laugh, and was thrilled and honoured to be picked. I’ve only ever experienced a single craft fair before now (I sold a solitary pair of booties), so I was a bit scared and overawed, and planned to demonstrate my knitting rather than attempt to sell.
Well, it was a hoot and I was so well looked after by the airport staff. I had so much time to sit and knit and think without untangling a minx or 2 from my wool every 5 minutes. I spotted a couple of Faces (and got overawed at ‘Auntie’ Carol Kirkwood touching my knitting – about 1000 years ago I failed the audition at Shepherds Bush to be a BBC weather presenter, but I still admire ‘meteos’) and enjoyed blethering non-stop about knitting. It seemed that a simple, “Are you a knitter yourself?” brought out so many lovely stories and interesting snippets from so many passers-by. I admit that I lapped up the praise I got about my Shetland Ring Lace Shawl that I’d hauled out of storage and displayed, and even started another (well, it’s a wedding veil. If I start now, it might be finished by the time one of my daughters needs it…). It’s lovely to receive compliments about your crafting – sometimes I look at my stuff and wonder what the hell I’m thinking of, wasting my time and energies knit, knit, knitting it all.
In terms of ‘business’, I sold nothing on Day 1, made 3 sales on Day 2 and a single sale before I’d finished unpacking my stall on Day 3. I’m definitely not cut-out to sell – the young dad buying for his beautiful, tiny premature twin daughters showed me their photo on his phone. I’m glad he gave me the money for the booties beforehand, or I’d have given them away for free (I was feeling very hormonal and gooey).
Best of all, for me, was talking with the other stall-holders, who were all far, far more experienced than me and very generous with their advice (as well as fantastic company and a good laugh!). I hope I’ve got their links right, because their work was just beautiful. I felt very honoured to be displaying in their company. I don’t like to single people out, but I have to mention 3 really lovely and talented ladies:
Helen of Ripples Crafts was selling some absolutely delicious hand-dyed wools, postcards and knitting kits. The Boss had to give me a talking-to every night, reminding me of the size of my stash of wool. Had he not, I know I’d have spent my entire takings at her beautiful stall.
Morna of Made By Morna had a stall of the most exquisite hand-sewn, appliqued quilts. It wasn’t just the quality of work that I admired, it was the wit she imbued in her pieces. I still lust after her Apple Quilt: it’s a thing of beauty and I can see why some people buy them as wall-hangings.
Julia of Julia Smith Ceramics had a stall full of the most delicately patterned, gorgeous pieces. And it didn’t sag in the middle, like mine and Helen’s…