This was my third year at the Bizarre Bazaar, and the first time I didn't sell out by the end of the day. It was also the first time I wasn't selling anything I'd made. However, I blame my table location. To get to my booth, customers had to find the somewhat hidden stairwell (there were signs, but in my experience no one reads signs), then take a non-intuitive right turn into a strange little back room (again, there were signs, but). By the time the customers got to me, they'd already made their impulse buys. :/
This year, a bunch of people showed up with knitwear to sell, and the weather outside was warm and bright. On warm winter days, the big glass front of the Art Center turns the whole place into a greenhouse. I thought my little back room was crowded until I went out into the main hallways, where I was forced to navigate eddies of movement in the crowd if I wanted to get anywhere at all. Still, I did some holiday shopping -- I only bought one thing for myself: A miniature tree made of twisted silver wire. I think I have her business card around here somewhere -- ah, yes. Kathy Horniman, of
Coppertree. Go look at those trees; they're gorgeous.
Other things... I saw some people from work, which ranged from cool to embarrassing. Dave stopped by and helped me sell stuff. He gets... um. Dave is consummate salesman, with one quirk: the longer he does sales, the more southern he gets.
Then there was the woman who looked up from writing a check and said, "You're a furry!" Now, it is my custom to attend the Bizarre Bazaar in tail and ears, so this really wasn't much of a stretch. Still. I said, "yes." Turned out she'd been one of the artists at Jay's Fursuit Paint-off, and seen me doing my thing as Teto. So that was cool.
Another custom of the Bizarre Bazaar is trading among artists. I swapped some critters for a lovely wreath, which wouldn't have been my first choice but the critters were for the artist's daughter, who is a huge anime fan and planning to go to Naka-kon this year, and... yeah. Anyway, my mother likes wreaths.
But then... there was the other lady. Just around that odd corner was a booth selling wooden drums. Eurgh, the drumming. Pounding, really. Anyway, she wanted to swap something for some critters. I maintained that I had no use for a wooden drum, but I checked out the other stuff. There were some magnets with cliches and clipart on them, and some strange magnetic dolls. They looked like they were made of lumpy paper mache with string joints and photographs for heads. I ended up swapping a critter for a strange but sparkly sun-face magnet. I passed her booth at the end of the show, and heard her telling someone that one of the dolls was made of "genuine white shih tsu hair".
In conclusion, I don't like the smell of catnip very much, but sometimes it's better than the alternative.