As some may know my health has been pretty shitty, and if the week hadn't been booked in January I would not have gone away this year at all - but I had booked it with a lovely online friend, with the plan to finally get to meet up and spend oodles of time together. Classes were booked, B&Bs found and arranged, travel sorted. I also took the plunge and booked a stand, I have only done craft fairs so far but thought it was time to play with the big girls and see what the response to my sewing would be.
It felt a bit Disorganised (spot the theme), no introduction, no chat, no welcome - the seating wasn't great and people ended up behind pillars, sitting away from the central space etc. Much knitting was whipped out, people chatted. Sort of - I did some people watching and navel gazing until lovely Liz and then lovely Lisa chatted to me. The yarn swap was odd - hand over your wool, get a ticket, someone picks your ticket out, you choose wool, all straightforward.
BUT you then had to stand in a line so someone could STEAL - yes steal - your wool if they liked it better than theirs! Apparently variations of this are common in America - but it was a line of very uncomfortable looking Brits that I joined. I of course dived on the giant twinkly silver star box, which had a lovely note inside, a Shaun the Sheep and a wrapped ball of wool which I refused to unwrap, and said I would hide the whole thing up my tee shirt so nobody could nick it.
I suspect someone realised that it wasn't the greatest idea, and we were, ahem, 'allowed to sit down'. Comments after from the Brits were along the lines of 'we swapped, we did what we were asked to do and that's that, no stealing!'
J appeared to - and yes I was shocked and no I did NOT join in (I also refused to sign the thank you card, sorry but I am not a total hypocrite) - cheering and applause. What? Information was absolutely minimal, and there would be more info the next morning at 7.35am - yes, highly useful for those not on campus.
The lady next to me realised she had missed her evening meal on campus - the party clashed with dinner, great planning - so three of us buggered off and had a nice evening.
Making Your Own Fun rapidly became another key theme for the week.
I met my friend when I got back to the B&B, utterly wonderful woman.
Thus ended Day the First. Disorganised, ominously so, minimal information, chaotic, uncaring, unapologetic. Hmmm....
More to come in a minute ....