Clayfolk day 3
Nov. 24th, 2014 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
offcntrSundays at Clayfolk are a little slower. People trickle in after church or brunch, some coming back a second or third time. At least two or three tell me they tried to stop in Friday night but couldn't get into my booth.
The powers that be would love Sunday to be more like Saturday. They've tried various things to get more people out to the show; drawing for $50 gift certificates every hour, for example. This year they've added a couple of guided booth tours.
I'm on the Surface Treatments tour at 1 pm, and about a dozen people stop by to hear me talk about decorating my pots, ask a few questions, admire the squirrel tail brushes. I don't actually sell anything, though several take business cards, and it's nice to have people to talk with on a quiet day. I was originally scheduled for the other theme tour, Animal Motifs, but was moved to Surfaces at the last minute. I hear later from Nancy Adams that only two people took the animals tour, so feel lucky to have made the change.
Sales sheets from Saturday come out in the morning, and once again I goggle at the totals. In one day, I outsold my entire three-day weekend total at Ceramic Showcase in Portland last spring. I'd say I'm going for a record weekend, but I'm already there, my best show ever. And I'm still restocking on Sunday, though to be truthful, I'm moving pots around to cover the holes as much as I'm bringing out new work. Down to two casseroles, two batter bowls, four or five pie plates. I'm gonna have to jump on glazing and firing when I get back, to have enough to get me through Holiday Market.
The show closes early, at 4 pm. We've cleaned up and broken down the Demo and Kid's Clay areas by then, so can start packing pots. There's a mandatory meeting after the floor is clear, so everybody pitches in to get us out of here. When I finish with my booth, I help Pete Meyer break down his, then carry stuff to the van for Wayne Lambert, and use a power drill to disassemble Dave Winget's display. Finally, a dozen of us converge of Jerry Hufts' tower of pottery boxes and stow them all in his horse trailer.
At 6:45, we have our meeting, which is mostly a recap of what went well, cheers for the outgoing chair, a group photo, and distribution of leftover food and Sunday sales sheets. I'm up over $1500 from last year, and have six or seven empty boxes in the van that were full of pots last Friday morning.
Many of the potters are headed for the road, and home. We used to take the 3 hour drive Sunday night, but after the year we hit snow in the passes, Denise has convinced me to spend an extra night and drive home in the morning.
The powers that be would love Sunday to be more like Saturday. They've tried various things to get more people out to the show; drawing for $50 gift certificates every hour, for example. This year they've added a couple of guided booth tours.
I'm on the Surface Treatments tour at 1 pm, and about a dozen people stop by to hear me talk about decorating my pots, ask a few questions, admire the squirrel tail brushes. I don't actually sell anything, though several take business cards, and it's nice to have people to talk with on a quiet day. I was originally scheduled for the other theme tour, Animal Motifs, but was moved to Surfaces at the last minute. I hear later from Nancy Adams that only two people took the animals tour, so feel lucky to have made the change.
Sales sheets from Saturday come out in the morning, and once again I goggle at the totals. In one day, I outsold my entire three-day weekend total at Ceramic Showcase in Portland last spring. I'd say I'm going for a record weekend, but I'm already there, my best show ever. And I'm still restocking on Sunday, though to be truthful, I'm moving pots around to cover the holes as much as I'm bringing out new work. Down to two casseroles, two batter bowls, four or five pie plates. I'm gonna have to jump on glazing and firing when I get back, to have enough to get me through Holiday Market.
The show closes early, at 4 pm. We've cleaned up and broken down the Demo and Kid's Clay areas by then, so can start packing pots. There's a mandatory meeting after the floor is clear, so everybody pitches in to get us out of here. When I finish with my booth, I help Pete Meyer break down his, then carry stuff to the van for Wayne Lambert, and use a power drill to disassemble Dave Winget's display. Finally, a dozen of us converge of Jerry Hufts' tower of pottery boxes and stow them all in his horse trailer.
At 6:45, we have our meeting, which is mostly a recap of what went well, cheers for the outgoing chair, a group photo, and distribution of leftover food and Sunday sales sheets. I'm up over $1500 from last year, and have six or seven empty boxes in the van that were full of pots last Friday morning.
Many of the potters are headed for the road, and home. We used to take the 3 hour drive Sunday night, but after the year we hit snow in the passes, Denise has convinced me to spend an extra night and drive home in the morning.