The Arkansas Valley Fair in Rocky Ford, Colorado has officially started.
For us, however, it started a long time ago in a galaxy… wait… wrong story…
…. ummm… to boldly go… nope…
Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand… good, but not quite…
Once upon a time. Still not right, but it’ll work.
Well, then, once upon a time our local fiber arts guild was approached to present demonstrations at the Arkansas Valley Fair. Every one of the guild’s members claimed to be too busy.
The fair’s director recalled reading a newspaper article about these extraordinary, if eclectic, people living out in the country raising sheep and spinning and weaving. So the fair’s director called the odd fiber arts people and offered the spot to them… they accepted… they were told that they could use as much space as was left over after all of the other vendors had signed up and that it would not be less than the standard 10×10.
We had been to the fair before and knew how empty the space normally was and we figured we were doing this for fun and education.. so we planned to spread out. Besides, we got used to having a lot of space to spread out at the Colorado Renaissance Festival – what, with a 30 x 20 booth there.
We were then asked to assist in representing the fair on the local radio’s morning show… should take about 20 minutes and then we’d be out of there.
OK, so far? You with me? Remember that although this wasn’t really in a galaxy far far away, it was a long time ago.
We get to the radio station with our smiles and our stomachs filled with butterflies – not as many as the other guy there, but enough to assist in the pollination of a small farm’s alfalfa field. The other guy was slated to perform with his guitar a song he had written. He was nervous enough… well, the butterfly’s coulda handled a small continent – like Africa. BUT, before us, the local health director had to speak about West Nile Virus (and he never even mentioned East Euphrates Syndrome which makes people make fun of West Nile Virus (which really is no laughing matter, but…)) and the new and improved mercury recycling program (which, much to my surprise, had very little to do with the planet and a lot to do with quicksilver… go figger). By the time he was done, we got introduced and, well, that was almost all… we got to listen to the singer… we were only an hour late to our next appointment… I guess show biz is just that way and now that we’re radio celebs (which makes me wonder… do radio paparazzi types sneak up and try to record your voice?) we just no longer have to worry, right? Right?? We also found out that the normally empty expo center we were supposed to be able to spread out in was filled to capacity.
Oops… we scrambled to figure out how we could cram 600 square feet of stock and teaching materials into a 100 square feet space down from the 200 we had budgeted for.
And then we show up to move in and find that ‘filled to capacity’ means that we were given a 200 square foot space to allow them to say that they were filled to capacity.
Get out the graph paper, honey… we gotsta rearrange again.
Long story short? Too late for that… we’re there and things seem to be going well… if you happen to be in our neck of the woods… or ribcage of the prairie… stop by the Arkansas Valley Fair and say “hi!”
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