This is a picture of the Red Bird Crafts booth at our local Waldorf school's Winter Fair. My family has been going to the fair for the past four years. Eating grilled cheese around the bon fire, decorating gingerbread cookies, dipping beeswax candles, and making sweet woodland holders for the candles has become tradition. Oh, and I can't forget that seeing Father Winter wandering around, and reminding ourselves that underneath his long beard and velvet costume is a regular old person, has left quite an impression on Chick (my oldest).
And now, I am happy to count selling my wares as part of the yearly tradition. Don't even get me started about how much I love getting to stand around and chat with the people in my community. Love, love, love! It feels so decadent and easy breezy. A true gift.
Red Bird Crafts will be at another winter craft fair this weekend (twist my arm). I'll be at the lovely Greenfield Center School's Rumpus Craft Fair this Saturday (12.4) from 10-6. I'm definitely in love with the poster for the fair. Check it out. And, there are more versions of it hung all about town.
For now, I'll fold more laundry. The endless chore. Endless.
p.s. Do you see my mama's beautiful watercolor of three peaches and her oils (upper right) all the way at the end? Bonus! I got to spend the day with my beautiful mama who knitted the day away.
Labels: art, community, crafts, market