This past weekend was one we were anticipating all summer. We were looking forward to the large crowds at the three-day rodeo/fair that we were participating at as a vendor. A new shirt designed specifically for reveal at the event had us in good spirits, too. With the truck packed and coffee for the ride, we set off in the morning sun for day one.
The first day started off beautifully. We were situated somewhat close to the entrance, so it seemed like we’d have decent traffic flow. We set up the tent, displayed our shirts, and had a nice conversation with a fellow vendor while enjoying the warm sunshine. Fifteen minutes later the clouds rolled in, which started the weekend nosedive. The wind eventually picked up, resulting in us scrambling to keep the shirts folded on the table and hung on our clothing rack. Throw in a bit of rain and we had the perfect storm for keeping our shit clean and dry. Oh, and it seemed like our location near the entrance didn’t matter at all. Either that or we were invisible. No. Wait. We weren’t invisible because people were looking at our stuff and commenting positively about it. Maybe they were allergic to us! Maybe our location was haunted. Maybe I’m an asshole. Anyway, Day 1 ended with minimal sales, leaving us with hopes that Day 2 would be better.
The second day started off beautifully. We set up the tent, displayed our shirts, and had a nice conversation with our next door vendor while enjoying the warm sunshine. Fifteen minutes later the clouds rolled in, which continued the weekend nosedive. We couldn’t believe it! We had driven to our location in beautiful blue skies both days and shortly after arrival the clouds rolled in. Fuck off. Okay. Calm down. Maybe it won’t rain. Just carry on and stay positive. Well, apparently positive thinking doesn’t always work because Day 2 didn’t finish much better than Day 1. I had made my way around the grounds to chat with a couple other vendors and learned that the crowds weren’t as big as expected, nor were they spending money. Hmm.
The third day started off beautifully. We got out of bed and had a nice pancake breakfast (with chocolate chips in the pancakes!), eggs, and coffee in the comfort of our home. We are not at the rodeo/fair. The decision was made late yesterday that we would cut our losses and not return for Day 3. The decision was made to focus on other areas of Crock of Shirt that need attention, as sitting in a dusty tent for 9 hours isn’t producing anything. No hard feelings. It is what it is. Stay positive, right?
There were, however, two things that seriously annoyed me. One was something I won’t mention here hahaha. If you know me personally, you can ask me about and I’ll tell you. The second thing that pissed me was the waving, flailing tube-man-thing directly across from our tent. The humming of the fan made unnecessary noise. Also, I couldn’t figure out what the point of the waving figure was because it wasn’t positioned near anything. It was set up beside some trees in the middle of nothing. Pointless shit bothers me. Tube-man bothered me. The first tube-man was pink, but he didn’t last long because he had a hole in his side. I was relieved when they removed it because it cut the noise. However, the silence was short-lived when they delivered a new green tube-man. Fuckers.
Looking back, perhaps we weren’t in the right place at the right time. Maybe we weren’t in the right place at all. There were a lot of cowboys and cowgirls there for the rodeo and they generally seemed to be wearing collared shirts. Maybe they aren’t T shirt folk, I dunno. Maybe this is just part of paying our dues to get our name out there! Either way, we’ll be at it again soon with more designs. See you out there…
Below: The pink guy. I was glad when he was taken down.
Below: The green guy. I was not glad when he was put up.
Below: The green guy down at the end of the day. Glad again.