Friday, December 08, 2006

Rules of Etiquette


Oh, you people who come to shows. Just when I thought I was having a not so great experience, one of my neighbors, told me that not only did she not sell anything, but people stole things from her booth. Really now, people. Just so you know--we exhibitors pay to be in these things. Sometimes pay lots of money, and travel great distances and incur a lot of expenses. If you don't buy our stuff, we can't keep coming to shows. So if you want your eye candy, you can't just kick tires. Show us the love.

That said--some rules of conduct for being in my booth:

1. Don't tell me that you just got rid of your dog because your wife decided she was too busy. It makes me all kinds of crazy that when people have children, the dog always gets neglected, or worse. I don't want to know what method you chose to get rid of your dog either, so thanks for not sharing that.
2. Please don't stand in my booth wearing your tacky holiday sweater and yell that you could get this stuff at Petco. First of all, you can't, if you know anything about quality, which you probably don't, or the holiday sweater would not be in your wardrobe. Note to all mature women: sweaters with snowmen, Santa, or any kind of juvenile image does not belong on your over forty bod. I think age 2 years is the limit for that. My friend Y, who is very petite and has to shop in the girls' departments, calls it dressing for your children (or grandchildren as the case may be). Y finds a way to dress age appropriate and stylish--so it shouldn't be a stretch for you all who can shop in the adult section. Same goes for tacky seasonal jewelry.
3. Please leave your sour pussed husband at home. He's not having fun, and is taking out on you. You're here to spend money, and show artists the love. We don't need any one to sabotage that. Let him stay home and watch sports this weekend. Come back and buy a sweater.
4. Don't have me hold something for you, promise to come back, and never do. That's really bad behaviour.
The photos are some recently made sweaters. There's always one at every show, that gets touched the most. Often it's a cashmere sweater. This show, it was one of these striped numbers. I even moved it in the display to see if that would change things.
And, from the just my luck file: I discovered that I snagged a hole in my pants on my set up day, I think when the Man and I were loading my display grids into my car. I discovered it today, wearing the same pants. Thanks to a friend who stopped by who happened to have a little pocketbook sewing kit, I was able to stop flashing my blue cotton underwear to any one who happened to look at my bum.

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