So yesterday was the big day I’ve been working toward for pretty much the last year. My very first art show!
It started out pretty well. I got the truck all packed up:
And I got the tent set up correctly, although I forgot the optional rear door:
The sky was threatening and I heard some far off thunder, but I was finally set up and ready:
Here’s a closer look inside:
We had a some decent rain the first day, but nothing the tent, the attendees and myself couldn’t handle.
Then came Sunday:
See that big yellow/orange blob in the middle? Yep, that’s Sunday’s weather.
I managed to get one sale in before the skies opened up, then opened wider. Then there was some apparent rip in the fabric of reality which seemed to anger a few different gods as Schaumburg channeled that rain planet from that Star Wars prequel.
I stuck it out for a good five hours until reports of pending insane winds. I imagined myself and my wares being blown into the lake while being struck by lighting, then I tore everything down as quickly as possible.
It took me about an hour, and I meant to get a picture of myself as a drowned rat after driving home through the flooding streets, but I was sorry enough a specimen that even my sense of humor has been soaked through.
Still, I made some decent money considering how little serviceable weather we actually had for the weekend, and I not only got through my first show, but survived what even many of the regular battle-hardened art fair crowd called the worst weather they’d seen in years.
Whew!