What a lot of people were at this Glenwood shindig! I feel like I talked to all of Rogers Park over the course of the weekend. But I looked good doin’ it!
No wonder all I want to do is sleep.
Pros- Huge crowd. And generally friendly and well educated in both the conventional and artistic sense. Everyone seemed to be in a really good mood, too. Which was nice. Sales weren’t as bangerang as I’d hoped (more on that in the “cons” portion of the event), but there were so very many enthusiastic browsers, and that’s its own reward.
Rogers Park is the most diverse neighborhood in the city. And by diverse we’re talking socioeconomic, ethnic, religious, all across the board. And it’s an area that’s always been big in the arts. Shows in the burbs can be sort of homogenous, so it’s nice to do something in a funky neighborhood. I have absolutely no problem talking about the various gods I work with to people who are unfamiliar with religions other than their own. Cuz I’m a nerd and nerding out on someone is just dandy by me. But it’s rad not to have to because everyone walking in your shop has a pretty decent background in mythology. I had people actually recognize Philomena Lubana, ffs. That never happens.
So yeah, super cool crowd. So much wonderful positive feedback I didn’t know what to do with myself. ::gush::
Look, one customer took delightfully creepy pics of my stuff.
I got some hella networking done. Lots of invites to other events, one guy made noises about wanting to hang my work in his bar, and I gave out every last business card, to the point that by the end of the day I was handing out little bags with stickers on them in lieu of. Remind me to thank my mother for making me order those.
And the volunteers! Blue shirted Fest Helper Monkeys FTW! They came around all day checking up on vendors. Asking if they needed food, water, potty breaks, whatever.
Cons- The. Damn. Stage.
While yes, it could be argued that the stage made for awesome traffic, it did me little good, as I could not speak to said potential customers over the noise of the bands. Which started out fine but got progressively louder (and worse) as the day wore on, till the ultimate in ear splitting suckage, the cock rock metal band that capped the night. They were so loud I may as well have been closed the last hour and a half of the fest, because I could not hear or be heard by anyone. I have no doubt whatsoever that the decibel level hurt my sales. People are curious about what they see and want to hear its story, or they need to be told it’s ok to spend money on something just because it delights them. I can’t do that if I have to shout to be heard.
Day two was significantly quieter, with mostly folk, Cajun and bluegrass music, so that was ok. But sweet baby FSM am I never letting anyone put me near a stage again.
All and all, more good than bad by far. I will definitely be applying to Glenwood again next season.
Thanks so much to everyone who came out and filled my shop with good juju, and the Fest Helper Monkeys, and the random Budweiser truck guy, who helped us get loaded out in under an hour because he desperately wanted us out of his way so he could hitch up his mobile bar thingie, which may not have been selfless on his part, but sure made our nights better, so thank you anyway.