IT WAS AMAZING!
It was also the first time that The Hookery has ventured out into the real world and met real people face-to-face, so it was quite daunting. On the way up, I was a bag of nerves. On the Saturday morning, I was a bag of nerves. At about 9:55 on Saturday morning, I was about to dissolve into a big blob of nervous jelly. Then the crowds came.
People actually came into my stall. People oooh-ed and aaaah-ed at my handmade selection. People squidged yarn and started holding up different colour combinations and using phrases like 'that pattern I bought last week', and 'Christmas presents'.
|My fabulous helper, Angie (who's not actually that blurry in real life)|
And then, people started buying things. Suddenly, it was all OK. I was there, I had a stall, I had fantastic helpers and I had stock that people wanted to buy. Hurrah!
You'll have to forgive the photo quality. They were all taken on my phone, and on the Sunday when it was a little bit quieter. The stall looked a bit different on the Saturday, but we had to rearrange everything to fill the gaps!
Now that it's all over, I've got withdrawal symptoms. I feel a bit lost. What did I do before Yarndale, can anyone remember? Was there a time when I didn't worry about the balance of handmade and yarn supplies, about colour combinations on the stall, about how to display small items alongside large ones, about pricing, packaging, labelling and the like?
|I didn't actually take my badge off until I got home - I just didn't want it to end|
Yarndale was just such a fabulous experience. A bit of a baptism of fire, but we came through it. I'm already making notes for next year.
All that remains is to say thank you, so if I may indulge in a little Oscars-style moment...
A massive thank you to the organisers, to the people who came in droves, and to my lovely customers. What would it have been without you?
Thank you also to the lovely Angie who worked tirelessly (and even gave a couple of impromptu crochet lessons to get people started with their new hooks and yarn), then took us home and fed us at the end of that manic Saturday.
Thank you to The Beloved who has lived with me in pre-Yarndale mode without complaint. Who was packed into the car and travelled for five and a half hours with stuff packed in uncomfortably around him. Who did tea and butty runs, went haring off into Skipton to find a bank so that we'd have change (I wasn't as well prepared as I might have been...), and who spent a weekend surrounded by yarn and yarn-y types without complaint, despite being a long way out of his rugby- and F1-flavoured comfort zone.
Roll on Yarndale 2014!