Excuse us while we fall into a fit of depression. Well, not really. But sort of.
Jake and I participated in our first craft fair this morning. It was kind of a disaster. We’re super bummed because we worked so hard to have TONS of awesomeness made for the fair (we’ve pretty much had no free time for three weeks)… but then there were only about FIVE PEOPLE that showed up to the fair that were not vendors. And I’m pretty sure half of those five were parents of vendors.
We made one sale fifteen minutes before the show ended, which covered the cost of our space (almost). Thank goodness. This sale was a total Jake nerd to the rescue moment. He figured out how to accept credit cards on the fly by tethering his laptop to his phone for Internet access and setting up a PayPal transaction.
But we’re not going to lie. This was a really disappointing day.
It’s not all gloom and doom, though. This was an awesome learning experience for us. It was a crash course in craft fairs. Now we know how long it takes us to make a large amount of stock (we’re used to making small batches for the shop). We have a better idea of how to pack things, what to bring, how to set up, etc. We’re glad we started with this little one before trying something huge, even though it didn’t really work out.
The craft fair section in Handmade Marketplace was a big help (more about this book in my April Reads post). We’re glad that it suggested we bring crafts to work on during slow spells. We got a lot of cool vintage book journals made (coming soon) and the tools we were using sparked up some interesting conversations with other sellers.
Also, we’ve been wanting to sell consignment at a couple of local shops we love, but never had enough product to fill the Etsy shop and the local shops. Now we can try the whole consignment business too.
It was also nice to spend the day together sans kids. Today was the longest I’ve been away from Jonas since he was born, so we were missing them hardcore by the end of the fair. But it was nice to sit and be silly together without having to pop up every 10 minutes to change a diaper or answer one of Eliza’s never ending lines of questions or fold the laundry. At least it was kind of a date.