Hello, lovely blog readers. I apologize for how long it’s been since my last post and for skipping out on last week’s Friday Five (I think for the first time since I started it, actually).
Well, in all fairness, I did do my first craft fair on Friday (but more on that later in the week), which required a lot of prep. Plus it was amazingly exhausting and I couldn’t muster up the energy to write about it afterwards. Then Saturday I was being lazy. And Sunday I was in a jewelry metalsmithing class where I spent six hours filing and sanding five pieces I am working on. Six hours!
Anyway, enough excuses about the not writing.
As I geared myself up for my first craft fair last Friday and have slowly work up the courage to sign up for more next year in hopes of selling my jewelry, I am reminded at my very first attempt at vending at a craft fair. You see folks, this is not my first attempt at making a living selling a jewelry. Oh no, that dream started when I was just 12 years old.
Every summer, my little city of about 20,000 folks (yes, they like to refer to it as a city) in the suburbs of New Jersey had an art fair on our village green. As far as I can remember, it was your pretty standard fair, with local jewelers, painters, potters, you name it. Back in those days, I didn’t have the current obsession that I currently have with craft fairs. In fact, I think I found them pretty boring.
So obviously I should try to sell at it, right?
Yes, I got it into my head that I wanted to sell jewelry at Summit’s Festival of Fine Arts & Crafts (wow, that’s a mouthful!). I don’t remember if that’s what they called it back in the early 90s, but after doing a little research on the Googs I found out that’s what it’s called now.
I asked my three best friends at the time if they were in. One declined (she was obviously the wisest of us all), but the other two were in. With help from our parents (alas, at 12 years old, we had no checkbooks of our own), we paid the $75 fee, no small sum for a group of preteens who made their living babysitting twice a week for less than $2/hour (is that even legal?)
For weeks we toiled away, making seed bead flower bracelets and necklaces that were all the rage at the time, coercing our parents to take us on endless trips to the pricey craft shop the next town over, spending our hard-earned cash on supplies to fuel our little entrepreneurial endeavor.
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Apparently I already knew a thing or two about displays, and using an easel, a large bulletin board and some black paper I created a stand-up board on which we could lovingly display our wares that we had so painstakingly created.
Finally, the day came. We set up our little booth.
Boy, were we out of our league.
I mean, I’m intimidated now by the other professional artisans, but back then I was as amateurish as they come.
Throughout the day people would take a peek at our jewelry, but surprisingly not many seemed to want to buy anything. A few people took pity on us and bought some items. At $7.95 for a bracelet and $9.95 for a necklace, you’d think those things would go like hotcakes, but alas with a half hour to spare before the end of the market we decided to have a sale to entice shoppers to come our way.
“Everything 50% off!” we started shouting. That brought in a whopping one extra customer.
At the end of the day we sold about $50 worth of merchandise. Not bad for our first go at it, but alas it was not enough to recover the cost of the booth, let alone how much we spent on supplies (and being 12-year-olds without the best budgeting skills, we did not actually keep track of how much money we spent on them).
My parents, bless their supportive souls, felt bad about how hard we had worked for so little return and told me I didn’t have to pay them back for my portion of the booth.
My hopes and dreams of selling again at the Festival of Fine Arts & Crafts faded away. The leftover merchandise hung on the bulletin board which in the basement for years, collecting dust, as did the memory of that day. The bracelets and necklaces we had worked so hard on, after sitting untouched for so many years, eventually wound up in the trash.
I might have lost money that day, but it was not a day full of losses. I have learned many lessons from selling at that craft fair, but I think the most important one of all is to never give up on your dreams, even if it takes 18 years.
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tori nelson says
December 10, 2012 at 1:24 pmI tried to sell my Christmas gifts to neighbors one year. Granny sent me a whole slew of toothbrushes and mini flashlights and I saw a lucrative opportunity to regift 🙂
Bev Feldman says
December 10, 2012 at 9:32 pmMaybe Granny’s real present that year was fueling your first small business 😉
doseofreality says
December 10, 2012 at 3:27 pmSuch a sweet story, honestly, because I could totally feel your youthful, entrepreneurial spirit through the words! 🙂
Bev Feldman says
December 10, 2012 at 9:33 pmI was definitely a dreamer back then. Even though it wasn’t as successful as I would have hoped I think I was happy a gave it a try.
anotherjennifer says
December 10, 2012 at 5:44 pmHey, at least you tried, right? Luckily, you weren’t too traumatized by the experience!
Bev Feldman says
December 10, 2012 at 9:34 pmSeriously! I think I was just mostly disappointed, but I got over it pretty quickly.
Michelle Nahom says
June 3, 2013 at 12:00 pmGreat entrepreneurial spirit! Everyone has to start somewhere!!
Hope Reid says
June 3, 2013 at 1:11 pmWhat a valuable lesson to learn at such a young age. Great story
Sheila Skillingstead says
June 3, 2013 at 1:43 pmSuch a nice memory and a thoughtful blog. I make my own jewelry and give some away but I know I could never recoup my time or supplies selling. People wonder why I don’t sell my pieces and I know it is because I dwell so long on each piece. Best of wishes with your jewelry. Enjoy your SITS Day.
MotheringFromScratch says
June 3, 2013 at 2:21 pm{Melinda} That’s such an awesome story … the results may not have been what you wanted, but what a fantastic learning experience. And how great were your parents to support you in that venture. You were very blessed indeed. 🙂 Hope you have a tremendous SITS Day!! 🙂
Bev F. says
June 3, 2013 at 2:22 pmIndeed! I think when I was 12, though, I had no idea that I would ever actually be doing this for a living!
Bev F. says
June 3, 2013 at 2:22 pmThanks! I definitely learned a lot that day, and I’m so proud of my 12-year-old self for taking that risk.
Bev F. says
June 3, 2013 at 2:24 pmOh, I hear you, Sheila! Sometimes I finish a piece and it’s so hard to put it up for sale–after knowing how much time I put into it, and seeing the finished product, I often want to keep it all for myself. If you ever to decided to sell, do it because you truly want to.
KennyClaires says
June 3, 2013 at 2:31 pmAwe. How heart breaking for such a young one but it’s great that you never let it deter you from trying again! Happy SITS Day! This type of story reminds me of all the hopes and dreams I had at being a great author, actress, babysitter, personal organizer, etc. growing up. I may have to tap back into those passions a little bit. Thanks for sharing!!!
Norine Dworkin says
June 3, 2013 at 2:48 pmA for effort! The only thing I’ve ever sold is Girl Scout cookies and those babies sell themselves.
Kelly Gentry says
June 3, 2013 at 3:24 pmWell, I was a big fan of the Lemonade Stand when I was younger. And while my long term goal is not to run my own Lemonade stand I do think it showed early on (around 8-9 years old) that I had an entrepreneurial spirit. It definitely hasn’t left me and those early days in the hot sun of the driveway taught me about responsibility and marketing. You yelled “50% Off” I yelled “Lemonade 10 cents. Cool down!” at cars passing by. I have been trying to start my own business every since – I no longer yell but I do smile and wave 🙂
Raquel says
June 3, 2013 at 6:23 pmYes, I think it is wonderful that you discovered your passion at that early age. What a wonderful experience (even if it did not seem like it then). Very inspiring!
MamaRabia says
June 3, 2013 at 8:29 pmI used to make beaded jewelry and sell it too. I think my mom was my best (and probably only) customer!!
Lynne Childress says
June 3, 2013 at 9:14 pmWow. I love it. 7th grade you was very wise, and I am glad that you still have her go-for-it attitude.
Stacey Hatton says
June 3, 2013 at 11:06 pmWhat a sweet story of going for your dreams! I love hearing about these “heart” tales. Congrats on keeping the dream alive and for a great SITS day!
Bev F. says
June 4, 2013 at 11:14 amWouldn’t be nice sometimes if we could completely listen to the passions of our childhood selves? 🙂 (Though there are some things I thought I wanted to do then that I would in reality want to do!)
Bev F. says
June 4, 2013 at 11:15 amOh, I was so bad a school fundraisers! I did decent at the Girl Scout cookies, but was no where close to the top selling in my troupe (and you’re right, they do sell themselves!)
Bev F. says
June 4, 2013 at 11:17 amThat’s awesome! Best of luck with your business.
Bev F. says
June 4, 2013 at 11:17 amYay congratulations!! I’m in the same boat as you 🙂
Bev F. says
June 4, 2013 at 11:18 amThanks, Raquel!
Bev F. says
June 4, 2013 at 11:19 amFor awhile so was my mom! She used to commission me to make pieces to match jewelry she already had.
Bev F. says
June 4, 2013 at 11:19 amAw, thanks! I don’t know that I was that business-savvy back then, but I’m so glad I tried it.
Bev F. says
June 4, 2013 at 11:20 amThanks, Stacey!
Aruna - Young Yoga Masters says
June 5, 2013 at 12:15 pmIt seems like I still occasionally have those days where I don’t sell anything! Great
Spirit!
Bev F. says
June 5, 2013 at 5:39 pmI still have those days as well!