It’s All in the Tape. Part 7
The first festival I ever sold at was Last Thursday, a well known street fair in Portland, Oregon, held on the last Thursday of every month. During the months of May through September the street is closed down and artist and vendors, old and young alike, bring their merchandise to the streets, set up shop, and hope to make some dollars. There is everything from jewelry, paintings, metal work, clothing and of course, even a couple other hoop vendors.
I set up shop in the middle and before long I got word on the street that there were other hoop vendors. But even with the competition I may have had, I cleared my inventory. I couldn’t believe it. Sales started around four o’clock before the roads were closed. Just as I tightened the Christmas tree stand and hung the last hoop on the pole, a car drove up and asked how much for two hoops. The thirty old woman and her niece got out, picked their favorite hoops, paid me $40 and drove away.
The first one to sell was one I thought was the ugliest. This hoop fell short compared to the rest, or so I thought. I suppose it to goes show that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in the end every hoop I made was beautiful in it’s own right.