Sunday 6 December 2009

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The Police are not helpful

Improbably, the fair I did yesterday was not a disaster. I sold reasonably well, especially considering it was mostly vintage goods. I even sold a hoodie that I didn't have a chance to photograph, so it's like it never even existed. But trust me, it was awesome. 'Stop. Just wait one minute,' I hear you ask, 'You were doing a fair. Where's the drama? The apocalyptic weather? Where's the angst?' Here:


This is how I do not like my stand to look. That's me on the right, behind my rail, with a pygmy table at my knees. Why? Because when I arrived at the fair yesterday I was surprised to see that I had no space whatsoever. To my left, a wall. To my right, a woman with a behemoth of a display encompassing table, rails, bins, boxes and stand. With both of her parents in tow. I couldn't fit my rail and my table, so I had to choose just one. After much hand-wringing and teeth-gnashing I chose the rail, meaning all my t-shirts stayed in the suitcase. The lowly rail stood alone, and looked pathetic. I stood behind it, and also looked pathetic. 'What am I going to do?' I thought, 'This is wrong.' I contacted the police:


Well, technically I texted Friend Sarah, who happens to be a policewoman. But she wouldn't help me because it was her day off or there would have been too many forms to fill out or something. With Blue Suicide ruled out, I asked the organiser if they had any smaller tables and we found a toddler craft table no more than two feet off the floor. The only place to put it was inside and underneath my rail, which is just plain silly. Even sillier was that I had to stand behind my rail, and being short meant that no one could see me. And I had to rather dramatically pull the clothes aside and talk to people through the rail. I think it made me seem mysterious. Or perhaps just mental.

7 comments:

  1. I'm so glad you are here. They do say that laughter is very healthy ;)

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  2. Awwww no way! I'd have been livid if that were me :( But hooray for good sales?

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  3. Aren't there limits on how big someone's stand can be? Seems like the person on your right took up too much room.

    (OMG...you said "organiser." You really are a UK'er now! --sniff-- SOMEONE BRING MY NIECE BACK!)

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  4. Just stumbled across your blog, and through that the Kitschy Coo site, and love it! I've snapped up one of the red sugar skulls peasant tops from your sale for my little girl - I can't to see how she looks in it (roll on summer so she break out her new rock chick look). I cannot stand generic kid's clothes - jeans with embroidered rainbows/bunny rabbits/flowers make me particularly nauseous. Am now a follower, and will be visiting back often!! PS: I'm a reviewer for www.familyfunguide.co.uk, which has 218,000 unique users per month. If you're interested, I could see if they wanted to review some of your clothes??? I'm sure they'd be keen.

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  5. This kind of situation seems to be the only thing that can get me some place early. I always tend to run late, but when it comes to claiming space... I will rise at the crack of dawn if necessary. When moving to the dorms for college, I was supposed to show up later in the day (according to the assigned schedule), but moved in first thing. I was petrified that I wouldn't get the good space... and you have just reinforced this obsession!

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  6. being mental can be very endearing.

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  7. I'd be mega annoyed too! I'd also have positioned my rail the other way round (like end on) right next to next doors stall and put my table out.
    I'm loving the image of the loony woman popping out from behind the curtain of kids clothes too though!!

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