This lucky streak of excellent sales here in Portland continued yesterday when we sold an astounding 60 pieces. Sixty. Wow. That's 149 total for the weekend so far, and we still have today to get through. Sunday sales at this event are traditionally much lower (plus we don't have much stock left) so I'll be deliriously happy with selling 15 more.
This is what our booth liked at opening on Saturday morning. We had removed one entire shelving unit (from four units down to three) in order to keep the remaining shelves looking full.
As the day progressed, I kept removing additional shelves from the lowest levels.
By midday we were down to two shelving units (and even then, we kept removing the lowest shelves).
By the time we closed in the evening, the shelves were comically bare. It's a sad truth in retail that the emptier the shelves, the lower the sales. However having only a SINGLE shelving unit in the booth isn't the best idea either, so I'm not sure what we're going to to -- possibly put up the smaller two of the four shelving units and just distribute whatever we have left over them, and hope for the best.
This is Mick and his wife Patti, old and dear friends. Mick is helping me run the booth this weekend. Patti has a bad back and couldn't handle standing on concrete for ten hours, but she stayed and visited for an hour or so.
I didn't see so many funny T-shirts today, but here are a couple:
This amazingly sexist T-shirt, I was informed by the wearer, was given to him by his girlfriend. Ooookay.
And I absolutely loved this one. (The square root of Chuck Norris = pain.)
I noticed a woman with numbers either tattooed or drawn (with marker) on the backs of her legs. Why, I have no idea.
I have no idea who this band was but they were fabulous. They had people dancing all over the event.
A pretty city-scape.
Lots and lots of people yesterday! You can see the booth next to me, which sells temporary tattooes. A very nice woman named Linda mostly caters to the children who come through, putting flowers or nice patterns on their arms or cheeks.
But at one point I glanced over and saw this, well, startling sight.
Here's Linda, diligently applying a tush tattoo. Brave of her, I thought.
Not to be outdone, the woman's friend also bared her buns for a temporary tattoo. As a gentleman in my booth commented, "I thought they took out the trash on Tuesdays."
Later I asked Linda, "Is that the strangest place someone's asked you to tattoo?" She laughed and said, "Close. I've refused a few." She said that while she would never have the courage to pull up her skirt in public, these women were at least nice about it. She said she's dealt with some obnoxious men who wouldn't take NO for an answer. In these cases, her husband has persuaded the potential customer to take a hike. "You have the right to refuse service to anyone," I quipped, and she agreed.
All the vendors were pooped after yesterday's crowds. Today promises to be much slower-paced and relaxed. Wish me luck!