I am damn near phobic of traditional craft fairs as it was something I grew up with and could never escape. I cut my sculpting teeth on two foot wheat-paste-stiffened, gold spray-painted Christmas angels. For serious. Did you know that finely spun fiberglass makes the best angel hair? It does. And it fucking itches too.
Throughout my entire childhood, from July to December there was never an unoccupied flat surface in our house, if I never see another piece of felt, glitter1 or metallic thread everything will be ok. Just the sight of a scrap of one of those materials is enough to initiate convulsions. I can make a mean white felt snowman and blow the entire contents of a raw egg out from two tiny holes at each end2. Such talent, don't you all envy me?
This Saturday morning I may look my phobia straight into the eyes and maybe even flick a wad of post-rave Oslo eye sleep into it. From 11am - 8pm is the Detroit Urban Craft Fair at the Majestic Theatre. I even thought about participating, but in light of our recent events schedule (and especially with MOTOR being the night before) I thought it would be downright idiotic and impossible. Cue the unexpected that I actually have a metric crapton of ties completed and ready to be sold...curses...but still, after a guaranteed 5am minimun night, hawking my wares the next day...not such a good idea.
Anyway, being an attendee at something for once actually sounds quite attractive.
1. See forthcoming SASS flyer for breaking of said glitter ordinance.
2. Get your mind out of the gutter.
3. Psssst! Buy my ties.
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