A Different Craft Fair

crafts-autumn-festival-2480559-l.jpgSince Tuesday I mentioned the Maker Faire, I thought I should also mention another fair that I’ve held dear to since I was old enough to play hooky with my mom’s consent and the two of us make the pilgrimage through the golden woods to War Eagle for some piping hot breakfast and cocoa before our craft fair extravaganza.

The Northwest Arkansas Arts and Crafts Fairs are an experience, to be sure.  There’s the traffic and the over-priced food.  Sometimes there are more crafts (and you can usually tell what’s the next popular thing) than art.  But mostly there are exhibitors hoping you will find their particular art or craft worth the price they’ve put on it.

I used to go looking for things to buy.  My mom would always say, “How hard could it be?” or “I could make that.”  I would agree with her then, but more recently when we’ve gone and when I’ve gone alone, I realize that, yes, I could make that, too.  Not all the time, of course, but often.  Often enough that I’ve considered having my own booth in the future.

But to put a price on your work.  To put a bit of your heart and soul on display for others to critique, to pass by, maybe even to overlook.  I have a newfound respect for the vendors.  I try to make eye contact with each of them.  If I really like the work, I’ll even tell them so, tell them what beautiful work they have.  I hope they know I mean it.  I hope that it makes all their effort worthwhile.  I wish I could support them monetarily, but for now, my admiration is all I can offer.

I may journey out to the mill today.  War Eagle is where many of the arts are in the craft fairs, and I’m always up for a good dose of inspiration.

(pumpkin photo above by southernpixel, from everystockphoto.com)

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