Heavy on the "C", light on the "A"...

[merimask]

Yeah, that Lockport Art and Craft Show that I did over the weekend...kind of a bust.  Having never done it before, I saw the "A" word and thought "hmm!".  But really, it was mostly the "C" word there.   Lots and lots of stuff painted with cow spots, doll clothes, silk flowers, and wooden signs ("Welcome to our 'ool'...notice that there isn't any 'P' in it?")  *shrug*  Oh well.  It was a lovely weekend and I did ok I guess.  Besides...look!

I won a prize!

The people were nice and everyone who stopped to talk (there were a LOT of talkers...everyone was curious about my stuff) was very impressed with my work.  I've never talked to so many people & yet made so few sales.  Seriously.  Anyone who's interested enough to talk to me about my art usually buys...almost 100% of the time.  This weekend, people would talk and talk and talk...and walk.  *shrug again*  Probably due to the economics of the area.  It's a lovely little town, but it's largely been supported by industrial jobs that have mostly dried up and left.  

Still...very very pretty town.  Lovely couple of days.  See?

From beneath my tent, I can see the red maples and the adorable public library.


Looking down Main Street...which is really all there is to Lockport.  The architecture here is old and lovely.  It was a bustling city, while the Erie Canal was still in use.  That's why it's called Lockport...seven locks here that raise the canal to the same level as lake Erie.


There's my tent.  The gallon jugs of water taped to the legs keep me from blowing away!


LOVE for the gridwalls.  Don't the Venetian masks look merry?


The rest of the display.  It's small, but I'm finally organized.

So, that was my weekend.  Greg was there on Saturday for set-up and help, but he was SO bored that I took pity on him and brought Mom on Sunday instead.  She had a great time, I think (she loves craft shows).  Then Greg showed up (with Kiba, who loves EVERYONE and is too big and wild to walk about safely at a crowded street fair), Mom went home with the Keebinator and Greg & I broke everything down.  Phew!  Doing these shows is really exhausting.

I was so tired that I went to bed early and slept until about ten in the morning...which equals about eleven hours of sleep.  Eleven!  I NEVER get that much sleep.  I feel like running a marathon today, or something.

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[merimask.livejournal.com]

Thank you! To be honest I felt kinda funny...when I walked into the judging room with my piece, it was obvious I was at the wrong kind of show. Everyone else had painted birdhouses and quilts and wreaths. :-/