SIMPLY SILK

 

Surfing on the PC at 1am one morning I came across a lady who

organises dollshouse fairs. Before I knewwhat was happening I

had booked one, what on earth was I thinking of. In the cold light

 of day it suddenly dawned on me that I now had eight weeks to

make enough things to fill a 9ft table, and then the panic well and

truly set in. For the next eight weeks I was burning the midnight

oil until 3am just trying to get enough things together.

 

My husband very kindly make me the stand and I set up all of

my collection just to see if I had enough. (pics below).

 

On the day of the fair, the alarm clock died, and we were late

setting off. One and a half hours later we arrived in Weston

Super Mare. Wendy, the organizer showed us to our table,

which to my dismay was indeed nine feet long but was only

 as wide as a shelf, so all my careful planning as to where I

would display things went out of the window.

 

We were plonked in the middle of this drab hall with very

few tables either side, apparently a lot of the exhibitors were

ill and had not turned up!!  At 10.30am the doors opened, at

least I think they did, as it was't apparent that anyone was

 rushing through them.

 

By lunchtime my husband was in grave danger of slitting

his wrists, and I can honestly say it was the most boring seven

hours of our lives. Customers were very thin on the ground,

and we sat there grinning like cheshire cats hoping someone

 would feel sorry for us and buy something.

 

Needless to say that was our one and only experience of Fairs,

one that I shall not be repeating. Definitely not for me I'm afraid.

We had some lovely comments about my work and all suggested

that we try one of the bigger fairs, but I don't think my marriage

 or my sanity could  stand it.