Friday - Spring came a day early to Chicago. It was sunny, it was warm and Mr. Honey and I went up to church to set up the room for the Craft Cafe on Saturday.
The weather was wonderful and even though Mr. Honey and Char said the weather was changing I was looking only towards a good turnout on Saturday.
So, what was the weather like on Saturday? Snow. Not only snow but rain. Snow and rain. And not just snow and rain. Cold. Snow, rain, cold and not only that. Cloudy.
It was cold, rainy. snowy and cloudy. There were some wonderful vendors and we hardly had anyone come because the weather was so miserable. We did have someone who did well.
Alane makes the most gorgeous scented soaps. I just wanted to live in her corner - bought a bar, too. The entire show did about $200 in sales and the church's sandwich bar made over $400.
So the day was not a total wash out but I cannot explain how I feel. I didn't expect the weather to do what it did. I was especially bummed when I came out of church Sunday afternoon and the sun was out again. I looked up to the Heavens to the spot where I thought God might be sitting and went, "Dude?"
I'm not taking it personally and Heaven knows I've sat in craft shows and sold nothing but this feels a little different. I'm not even bothered by the woman who declared this the worse show she's ever been in because I had nothing to do with the weather. But to be fair, we also had an African drum class going on and she didn't appreciate the music. If we had a crowd going through the cafe no one would have noticed them...no, they woudn't have, Melissa!
I feel worse for the vendors that had no sales than I felt for myself when I was a craft show and had no sales. No sales and no traffic and it was an outdoor show in August. I could tell by the traffic we did get that if the weather had been nicer, we would have gotten them in.
But, we did sit afterward and made some new decisions that will hopefully make things better for the next one. (Move the drummers away from the hall for one - though, I liked them more than not..) but we could do nothing about the weather.
Cosmic bitch slap. Sigh.