The night before felt like it was going to be a disaster. I didn’t get chance to go to the bank yesterday to get some change, I didn’t have time to wash my hair and have a shave, so I look like some kind of indie hobo, and also worst of all, I was feeling a little ill.
Getting up at 6:30am on a Saturday is not a great way to start the bank holiday weekend. But somehow I managed to wrench myself out of bed. The drive there was largely uneventful until I got into Manchester city centre, now those of you that know me well will be aware that I can navigate round Manchester on foot pretty well, however, by car in pretty lost. The sat nav actually was no help at all. For one it didn’t recognize the post code, and in the city centre it started to get confused about what road it was on and decided to do some kind of weird dance. No amount of screaming at it seemed to help. After some reckless driving and self endangerment, I managed to locate the Cathedral visitors centre and get set up.
As per my table looked dreadful, but I had picked up a few tips from the fait at Hucknall; so I tried standing books up, stuffing the Frogula bags so they would stand up and actually look like bags. Compared to other crafters it’s still pretty lame, but it would do. Other, professional crafters go to such lengths to make their stalls look good, with easels, stands, mirrors and rails, I can’t help but respect that. They even do rehearsals the day before. It’s not that I couldn’t be bothered, it’s just I can’t really find the time.
It was really good to meet some fellow folksy people. Quincifer was there, of Purple Shmurple fame, and Mary of Quite Contrary Crafts, It’s always nice to see (sort of) familiar faces.
The day on the whole was really slow, a lot of the crafters felt let down by the organization of the fair, the cost of the tables were quite high, this was reflected in the expectations of us all to have a busy day, where in actuality many of us made a loss or just about broke even.
As always, I try to think of a positive spin, its still few more people that know about Waldo.
It didn’t really help that I felt really ill and I was worried about the drive home and if I’d fall asleep at the wheel.
I was hoping to go out tonight, but I’m too run down, so its bed time for me, the power is out on my estate tonight and somehow the toilet is blocked!! So I’ve driven to my parents to watch the X Factor.
All in all it was an experience, it’s always good to see what other artists are doing and to make new friends. Sometimes I can’t be all about the money.
Dave
Ps. Oh, there was a lady there, who bought a badge pack, as her nickname was ‘Waldo’ I thought that was pretty cool.








