Yes, folks- it’s that time of year again!
You know the feeling!
Holiday Craft Fairs!
eye-squeeze…… hack hack cough cough acka acka ackaaaaa
But seriously- they are kinda sweet. All mulled wine and stringed, no longer recorded, mountain instruments (with a hint of melting
credit cards plastic swirled in for this year’s autumn vintage aptly labeled Buyer’s Remorse, 2015).
The thing of IT is- is that one tends to get all caught-up in the moment and either: 1) purchase all sorts of ‘gifts’ that don’t a-c-t-u-a-l-l-y make it to their intended (’cause they look so cute filling in that blank spot
in your heart on the mantle, 2) get fed-up with the crush of humanity and just start buying whole lots of the same item near the back exit gate (everyone likes a hay hook that’s been upcycled to a tall kitchen garbage bag holder- right?) just so you can get back to your car before the sky opens up with the inevitable down-pour which ALWAYS occurs at these kinds of outdoors events, or 3) you’re certain that you’re having a Pinterest moment and can reproduce this level of craftsmanship at home, which, of course, you can not, but, by the time you figure this out you’re already out the moola from Michaels and then there’s the gas money and the time you spent traveling back and forth because you actually didn’t know what the hell you were doing in the first place.
Aaaaa… the joy.
I arrive with a firm ‘list’ of names, budget, and a finely tuned sense of quality- looking for clever interpretations of classics, extraordinarily well made bespoke items, the refreshed vintage feature, the minutia in the details.
I am a Master.
What I leave with… is another story.
Sometimes it’s a Teddy Bear purse…
Just for me.