The day before Felt Club, my printer died. I had already encountered a few snafus before that, and I was ready to throw in the towel. “Okay,” I told myself, “maybe the universe is telling me I’ve done all I can do and it’s time to see a movie.” But I decided to suck it up and keep working. I bought a new printer, printed the cards I had been planning on selling, set everything up on my dining table to get a sense of how it would all go and, just a little after midnight, packed everything up and went to bed.
See my Felt Club photos
I have been selling my cards online and in select stores for almost two years now, but I was still terrified of going to Felt Club. I was scared that no one would stop by my table, I was scared that people might stop by my table and roll their eyes at my work, I was scared that I would not sell a darn thing. It turns out I had nothing to be afraid of, because the day went swimmingly.
It was so nice to witness firsthand people’s reactions to my products. A laugh here, an “aww” there. I loved hearing why this card or that t-shirt was perfect for So-and-So. And it was such a treat to meet other like-minded arts-and-crafters.
Thanks to Rama, who helped set up (and close up) shop, who made sure I had something to eat and who reminded me to get up, walk around and see the sun before it went down. Thanks to my friends who took time out of their weekend to say hello. And thanks to everyone who came out to Felt Club and made my first time such a blast.