The life of a barn cat seems a splendid existence. 
Climbing trees, drinking water from the horse trough, and curling up
under anything that seems cozy takes up most of the day time hours. 
Simple enough it would seem.  

Every so often a new resident will arrive.  Their fur feels a little softer then the veteran’s.   They have hope in their eyes that they may have a chance in hell of sleeping in a bed.  But, alas, each trip to the doorstep is met with a loud “shoo” noise and a foot stamp from the  resident humans. They crave to be rubbed by five-fingered hands, but it is few and far between.  The competition is fierce, standing down no less than 15 others struggling for the attention of someone to“own” them.  But, they never do.  It isn’t much of a surprise when one of them decides to turn to the dark  side.

In the barn, they struggle to find their own identities.  This one found comfort in the more structured lifestyle of a droid. He is called C-3PO.  He came to the farm after being dropped off at the corner stop sign by a sandcrawler full of Jawas.  He was young, and called everyone master.  He fit in well from the start and was able to communicate easily with his protocol translator skills.

Meet Asoka Tano. Spirited, confident, friendly. She sticks close both in appearance and proximity to Yoda. 
She is quickly becoming one with the light side of the barn under his guidance.

Of course, with every success story comes a tragic one.  This is sweet Anakin. He stays close to the house, and on the outside appears good. But his transformation to a black kitty is almost complete. 

As the dark side takes over, it becomes clear his fate is to one day know the ways of Darth Vader…all three of them; Young Darth Vader, Middle Aged Darth Vader, and Old Darth Vader, distinguished only by the size of their
mid-section and the appearance of gray hair.

From one perspective, barn cats appear chilled out, playful, and tolerant.  But on the inside of the barn is where the heroes are separated from the villians and the real stories unfold.


 


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It’s true. Being a craft festival vendor is much like being a carnie.  It’s all about taking your business on the road, spreading the word throughout a variety of cities, meeting new people, sharing your talents (whether it sewing, woodworking, playing the guitar, or taming lions), and dealing with all the wonderfully rewarding parts, as well as the taxing, heartbreaking parts.  And this past weekend, we got a little bit of everything!

I have been setting up at events and festivals for about a year and a half now with my clothing, so I have a little experience with dealing with certain elements (wind, rain, and heat).  Chris got his first full-fledged experience.   It was also our first time setting up with our soap and lotion products, and I also put out some of my “Art of Circumstance” abstract textile canvas work. That was the first challenge!

 This event was at the Chateau St. Croix Winery in St. Croix Falls, WI.  It was about a 45 minute drive for us to get there, we left about 6:30AM, leaving ourselves plenty of time to play with the booth set up to be ready at 10AM. 
Our original set-up took about 2 ½ hours to complete, and about 2 hours into the festival, with no sales to speak of, we decided we needed to change it up.  We had used some ITSO cubes, found at Target, to house the soaps and lotions, as well as a 4 ft. table towards the back of the tent.  After observing another soap vendor getting much better traffic and sales with their stuff all on the perimeter of the tent where passers-by could easily see, touch, and smell the product, we took a slow-down in traffic to move things around. We moved our table to the entrance of the tent, filled it with samples of all our bath and body products and immediately made our first sale!  Our first lesson learned!  We had a great sales day, the weather was perfect, and we left at the end of the day tired, hungry, and happy!

Day 2 started with cold temps (52 degrees), rain, and wind.  We sat at the Coffee Talk café in Taylor’s Falls, MN, just across the river, and sipped cappuccino and mocha, slightly depressed about the upcoming day. The event (as most do) requires rain or  shine attendance, and as a vendor, you really have to be ready to embrace whatever comes.  Once we pulled up to the event grounds my heart sank deep into my gut when I saw our tent had come down in the wind.  The frame had snapped and was not even able to be rigged to continue our day.  It was a complete loss. 
Obviously under these circumstances the event coordinator understood that we could not set up.  The wind was
still whipping, as I held the tent up while Chris loaded our displays into the van.  It was depressing.  Of course, there was a part of me that was somewhat relieved that we wouldn’t have to endure the cold, with little hope of good attendance at the festival anyways, and we could spend the day instead sipping soup and cuddling with the kids. 
But the larger part of me couldn’t help being reminded that I woul  rather sit in the rain and wind amongst the other vendors, sharing the experience, relishing in the wonderful feedback of the visitors, and spending the day with my soul mate then sitting behind a desk dreaming of the exact experience that I was actually having.  For that reason, when we were offered a small space in one of the event tents, we took it.  As it turns out, the attendance was low, but the sales were better than the day before! We met so many amazing people, had great conversations, and earned the respect of the event staff by sticking it out, even though we had the perfect out of the dreary day.  Chris even took it upon himself to invite several complete strangers to spend the night at our house…I have a feeling these strangers will soon be called friends.

Being a vendor is physically challenging, emotionally difficult at times, mentally draining…in other words it’s a LOT of hard work.  But as an artist and craftsperson, it is necessary to build your audience, drive people to your website…and it sure doesn’t hurt the ego when a seasoned seamstress compliments you on the excellent quality of your craftsmanship. And, of course, I find nothing more rewarding than selling our items to people who fall in love with something they know they will never find somewhere else.  And THAT is what it’s all about.


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