Yes, I'm a vendor, and am I allowed to say "I'm pooped"? What a whirlwind of four days of activities, starting with Thursday and packing up all our stuff and heading to Spokane, WA and ending Sunday afternoon with having to disassemble our booth and happily, only pack back up about half of what we brought.
As expected, Saturday was the big day, when the line of people waiting to get into the fairgrounds starting forming almost two hours early. Craig took a couple of photos of the front gate on one of his many trips out to the moving truck. It didn't take long before the aisles were packed with like minded people with the love of all things vintage.
There were so many enduring stories that come to mind when I think about this past weekend. The one that continues to warm my heart and give me chills, was the woman who was looking at an old baseball mitt we had for sale with a baseball in the glove. When she picked up the ball it had the name "Mo" written on it. She said that was the nickname that her husband's Father always called him when he was a boy, and that it was most definitely an omen for her to purchase it for him for a Father's Day present.
It was exciting for us to have our first sale on Saturday morning, and it did not disappoint. A lady was in our booth and noticed a small metal windmill. She snatched it up quickly and said that was exactly what she was looking for, and that if she bought nothing else all day, she would be going home a very happy lady.
We had so many people taking pictures of both our dress forms and the hanging light that Craig put together for us. It was nice to get the feedback on all those items, and the items we had worked hard to create, like the thermos lights, and the soap dispenser mason jars.
By the end of the show, we were all physically tired, and Cori and I could not have been the success that we were without the endless help of our husbands, Craig and Mike. They both took vacation time to help us with our first Farm Chicks vendor experience, knowing full well that they would have rather have spent their vacation time with a bit more relaxation than work. I am eternally thankful for the love and support you both showed us this weekend.
