Bookapalooza 2015

Honestly, what in the world was I thinking?

It's obvious I have been busy, since I haven't blogged in some time. But, instead of ackowleding that I have far too many balls to juggle, I signed up to be an exhibitor at Bookapalooza.




This is something I have wanted to do for some time. It is the perfect venue for my bookmarks. Readers. Writers. Who else would appreciate my bookmarks more?

Of course, I have so many other items on my plate, and bits of food keep falling off. For just a moment, I regretted signing up.

Then I submitted my bio for the event. Added at the end of it--in one short sentence--that I am also editing my first novel. Which, by the way, is taking much longer than I wanted. And will take even longer now that I have to spend time sewing at least five hundred bookmarks for this event.

And despite my anxiety, moments of panic and general queasiness, I am having the time of my life!

If you are in the Durham area on Saturday, November 21, 2015, stop by Bookapalooza. It is located at The Durham College, Centre For Food/Bistro 67 at 1604 Champlain Avenue, Whitby. The event runs from 10 am to 4 pm.

Visit the site at http://bookapalooza.ca/event/.

There will be brilliant local authors and you can purchase a bookmark (or two, or several) from me to accompany your new book(s). The holidays are just around the corner and books (with bookmarks) make wonderful gifts.

See you there!

Craft Show Disaster

I was at a craft show yesterday. It was, without a doubt, the worst craft show in which I have ever participated.

I have had a table at several craft shows where the sales were less than satisfying. It happens. And it happens for a variety of reasons. At Spring shows, if the weather is nice, no one wants to be indoors. Conversely, in the Winter, if the weather is bad, no one wants to go out.

Sometimes it’s my product. Not that my products are bad. They’re not—I know they’re not! But sometimes kitchen décor is not what the buying public is looking for. However, people still stop at my booth, and they still ooh and aah over my products. It’s not a total loss because I networked.

But this craft show was a complete disaster.

As someone who organizes craft shows, I know a thing or two about this.

I did what I tell everyone to do—I did my due diligence. I looked up the organizer: Carlene McCalla. She runs her own business called KaleidoscopEvents, organizing weddings, fundraising events, corporate functions. I didn’t find anything negative about her. I did have the sense that this would be the first craft show she organized, but I wasn’t going to hold that against her. We all have to start somewhere and if she can organize a wedding, she can certainly run a craft show.

So I signed up. The cost was $60 for a table. Not unreasonable. The application and contract stated that the event would be advertised, lunch would be provided for vendors and swag bags would be created for the first 50 visitors (we had the option of adding business cards and other pre-approved items).

I was disappointed when I arrived: there were only twelve tables. Then again, I reminded myself that I’ve been at small craft shows where I sold out, so I shrugged it off and set up. The show opened at eight.

I expected Carlene to come by my booth at some point, but at nine-thirty, there was still no sign of her. By ten o’clock, no shoppers had come through the door. The other vendors started getting a little anxious, and tried to contact Carlene by text and voice mail. There was no response.

Just before Noon, someone asked Dean (the man operating the snack bar) when lunch would be served. He wasn’t aware lunch was provided.

Around twelve-thirty, the vendors started getting angry. Many tried to contact Carlene, but to no avail. By two o’clock, vendors starting packing up. At this point, only six people had come through the door. A Google search of the event came up empty (other than our own Facebook notices), which means absolutely no advertising was done—not even local newspapers.

Someone commented that Carlene McCalla wasn’t in attendance because Saturday was her Sabbath. She did arrange for someone to be present in her stead, but that person left by mid-morning. Another person was asked to step up, but I think she only did it to be polite and the poor thing was left holding a very nasty bag.

I could accept this disaster as inexperience on Carlene McCalla’s part. I could say that it was a one-time malfunction. But now that I have slept on it, and I have made a few queries, I have come to the conclusion that the whole thing was a scam.

She collected our money and, other than sending us a floor plan (which, by the way, was not the same set up when we arrived), we never saw or heard from her again. When I got home, I tried to log onto her site (www.kaleidoscopevents.ca), but it has been suspended. I know it existed before—I looked it up. I would not have participated in a craft show if the promoter’s site was suspended!

I won’t be asking for a refund. I figure there’s no point because I am convinced that Carlene McCalla of KaleidoscopEvents swindled our money and we’ll never see it (or her) again.

Sarah's Pillows - Part One

As you know, I'm making pillows for Sarah. She has two different pillow covers that she sent me to duplicate: one large square case and one smaller rectangular case.

"Three of the large, two of the small," she said.

Unfortunately, she only bought enough fabric for two of each. I hate disappointing a client, but she doesn't seem too upset about this, so I'm going with the flow.

I had a crazy week at work, and yesterday was a full day at the in-laws, so today I really needed to vegetate and get my head space back in order. Psyche myself up for work, so to speak. So, I didn't finish the pillows, like I'd hoped. But, Sarah (bless her!) assures me there's no hurry. Still, I'll work on them over the course of this week.

I have been putting a lot of thought into these. Each case has a zipper. There's nothing fancy about them, just plain zippers. I thought that since they're on decorative pillows, they should be lapped zippers. Thing is, I make items that don't require zippers. And I'm self-taught. So I have no clue how to sew in a zipper.

However, I'm my father's little girl, and my father always had the attitude: "How hard can it be?" The same attitude that led him to build the three-bedroom bungalow our family lived in for more than fifteen years. I inherited the Over-Achiever Gene.

So, I flipped through some sewing books I have, and I looked up lapped zippers. After reading the instructions, I thought I better do a few test runs. I pulled out some scrap fabric and I practised.

The instructions weren't very clear and I admit, I struggled. After watching a few tutorials, I realize I'm not the only one who thought the written instructions were confusing. Unfortunately, I didn't watch those videos until I sat down to write this blog. So, my seam-ripper was well-used. However, I figured out how to make a lapped zipper. And that's all that matters.

It's a little worn after taking it apart so many times, and I haven't cut off the threads, or finished the ends...and I don't even know why I'm apologizing for this. It's a scrap, after all.

All that matters is that it looks like it should. See? Peek-a-boo zipper.

Now to sew the real thing. Soon, Sarah, I promise.

Sarah's Drapery

I finished Sarah's drapes last night and delivered them to her today.

When I first saw the fabric, I immediately knew it was Sarah's personality. Bold, vibrant, colourful. Me...I'm a much simpler gal and I like something a little more low key.

But I have to say, after working with the fabric for a few hours, and once the drapes were done, I really like it. It's a bit like a Monet painting, with swirls of colour that bring forth emotion.

I have an unhealthy affection for fabric. My therapist says I'm handling it well.

Sarah picked bronze grommets:

The lining is lovely!

And I got to use my new labels.

Sarah sent me an email once she hung them at home:

See? Monet.

Drapery and Pillows for Sarah

A friend asked me if I could make her some drapes. It's not something I normally do. Keeping my product line simple and minimal is what keeps me sane. I work a ridiculous amount of overtime, I spend every Saturday looking after my aging inlaws and Sunday is the only day I can catch up with my own house chores.

But for Sarah, I'll make an exception. Have you met Sarah? She's adorable, and it's impossible to say No to her. Not to mention, I don't think she'd accept a No.

So, I agreed to make drapes for her.

She said she would buy the fabric, lining and grommets. All I had to do was cut and sew. Not a bad deal, I think.

I cut out the drapery panels yesterday.

My in-laws have an open basement with tons of room to spread out, so I thought I'd take advantage of that and bring the fabric to cut.

I brought all the tools I thought I'd need: measuring tape (both construction and fabric), rotary cutter, pinking shears, ruler, weights, snippers. In the end, I didn't need all of that, but it doesn't matter. Much better to have it all than to wish I'd brought something.

Today, I'll have to cut out the pieces for the pillows.

Oh, did I mention she wants pillow cases, too? No problem. Urban Contessa is all about customer service.

Of course, I had a moment of panic when I opened the bag of fabric she sent to me. I spread it all out to get a better look:

Then she sends me a text message: The drapery fabric is the one with the pattern. The pillow fabric is the solid green fabric.

Um...green?

I don't know how many of you know this, but I am blue-green colour blind.

For instance, the drapery fabric you see there is blue to me. And the "green" pillow fabric...not so green. That looks yellow to me...mustard yellow. Dijon mustard, to be precise.

I asked Chris which one was green and he looked at me like I had three heads. He points at the yellow fabric. "That one."

"Oh. Uh...thanks."

Maybe a business that relies on colour isn't such a good idea.

I should probably stick to writing. Black and white. Simple.

Did I mention I'm writing my first novel? See why I need to simplify my life?

Labels

Craft shows, if nothing else, are great for networking.

One of the wonderful people I've met is Laurie Livingston, the owner of StitchWhich. Laurie recently posted on her Facebook wall that a new shipment of garment labels had come in. I cannot begin to tell you how excited I got when I saw that post! I've been toying with the idea of labels, but hadn't had the chance to investigate the matter. Perfect timing!

I commented on her post, asked her if she'd share her contact. She was generous enough to hook me up with John Laidler of Laidler Labels, who made me these:

They're exactly what I wanted. Now, the question is, how should I use them?

Any thoughts?

The Aftermath

Well, after a weekend packed with craft shows, I managed to sell almost all my placemats (I have two sets left) and most of my bookmarks. I do have about six tote bags left and several tooth fairy pillows.

All in all, I think that's not bad. It's what I had hoped for, so I can't complain.

Now, I need to think about things. Think about what I want to focus on, what my new line will include and perhaps change a few patterns.

In the meantime, I noticed today that I am now the proverbial Shoemaker.

I have spent a lot of time, lately, working on my novel. I take advantage of my time on the train and type during my commute to and from work, so I haven't spent much time reading. But I felt that I needed a bit of break, so I bought a book on Monday.

While eating my lunch and reading, I was mortified (and ashamed) when I noticed that I'm using the store receipt as a bookmark. ACK! I make one-of-a-kind bookmarks, for Pete's sake! Why aren't I using one?!

As the saying goes...the Shoemaker's children have no shoes. Though, in my world, it's more...the Owner's novels have no bookmarks.