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09/22/2005: "The festival cometh..."
Frantic preparations continue for the Newark Days booth. Frantic in the sense of nobody knowing what's going on. Newark is a pretty rinky-dink operation in the best of times, and the 50th anniversary "celebration" is no exception. It took months for them to respond to our application and they only got the parking permits to us last week. We hadn't heard word one about whether or not we even got the dang booth until last week. And we applied in June.
Now we come to find out that for our $125 fee we get... nothing. Well, not exactly nothing, we do get a parking permit and... a space. On the lawn (we think. The map sorts of makes it look like the arts and crafts area is in the lake). We get permission, essentially. But no actual physical booth. Despite the fact that one applies for a "booth" on the application form, what you actually get is the idea of a booth. The possibility of one, if, in fact you are willing to create such a thing with your own hands.
Fortunately I have a tent-y sort of thing that we can use. If none of us had something like that, though, I'd be pretty annoyed, since all our items would be outside in the sun for hours on end, which, hi - fade much? Grrrrr. And the annoying thing - one of many, but this is the one that bugs me most - is that nothing was ever mentioned by the city in any of the application forms that you had to provide your own booth. I can almost swallow paying $125 for the idea of a booth if you know that there's no actual booth. But applying for a booth when, in fact, what you get is merely the idea of a booth? That bugs.
Despite the booth confusion, we're steaming ahead with preparations. I have one more set of kid slippers on the needles that should be done by the weekend, though possibly not until Saturday since I'm running off in a few minutes to bring a skein of yarn over to my mom's. We suspect that it's the yarn she needs to complete a project, but she lost the label so we can't be sure of the color until she sees it. Such is the life of the fiber addicted.
Updates over the weekend as possible. Wish us luck!
Editor's Note: The slippers are done and the yarn was the right color! The knitting goddess was with us, definitely. Also, I was able to block and fringe a shawl that I'm debating whether or not to sell. It was a late night, but worth it. Pictures forthcoming!
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on Friday, September 23rd, Vicki said
Hey you turned comments back on! :D
I'm jealous of the time you have to knit. I learned last winter but all I can do is scarves, things are so crazy at work (I'm a software testing manager, you know how that goes) that I can't seem to find time to learn how to progress beyond scarves. I'd love to hear more stories about teaching too, I've loved reading about your career transition.
I was sorry to hear about your dad, you and your family are in my prayers.