Late night web-surfing is a bad habit of mine-I start looking at stuff around 9:45 pm, and the next thing I know it's after 2 am and I've signed up for membership in The Original Twinkie Fanciers Society! This past summer I found myself applying to the Funky Ferndale Art Show in Ferndale, Michigan, at five minutes to midnight just because it was The Deadline. Actually my thinking ran along the lines of "It sounds good, my art is funky, and I can stay at Mom's house to keep costs down." Bam! The application was sent!
Only later did I remember that I had applied for another show The Same Weekend! Argh! No problem, I figured, I wouldn't be accepted to Ferndale anyway. Wrong!! I was accepted. I talked it over with my business partner, and we came up with a plan that allowed us, through the abuse and coercion of one husband and one daughter, to be in both places. Hooray!
Now you know this not going to turn out well, right? Right. Funky Ferndale happens on the west side of Woodward Avenue on Nine Mile Road. I will say that Ferndale has metamorphosed since the misspent days of my youth and is now a pretty cool place with some great pizza and a library with a green roof (green with vegetation, no less!). The downside of this art fair is that on the east side of Woodward on Nine Mile Road the DIY Detroit Festival is running concurrently! Booo! DIY Detroit has, among other features, approximately one thousand beer tents, tens of dozens of crafters, at least two music stages, a sideshow, and . . . (wait for it) . . . .A Ferris Wheel! Yay!
The Daughter and I persevered, and sold enough to buy a pizza, cover the booth costs, and bank a little bit, but the number of people who were Just Passing Through to get to DIY was depressing, and the number of drunks who were Just Passing Through to go home again was unpleasant. Then everything went to the dark side.
Saturday night, as we began to pack up for the night, the Daughter discovered that someone Just Passing Through had reached under the back of the tent and purloined her bag and her laptop. I will leave the ensuing tumult and clamor to your imaginations, but I will say that the show management was most sympathetic as were the kindly officers of Ferndale 's Finest who came to take the report.
The next morning found us still susceptible to sudden outbursts of weeping, and that is when we were overwhelmed by the kindness of our fellow funky artists! On one side of our booth were Jason Thomas and Jennifer Teeter with their hysterically dark Cartoons For Total Strangers, who give the greatest hugs (Jason and Jennifer do the hugging, no hugs from the cartoons!), and on the other was another AFIer, Linda, who has great and funky paintings, prints, and jewelry. I cannot say enough about how welcome their sympathy, outrage, and support was to The Daughter and me! We finished the fair in reasonably good humor, although the sales were not responsible for much of that, and headed home to Ohio, sadder but wiser.
From this experience I have drawn several conclusions. First, don't let your guard down! Second, artists are really good people to have around you in a crisis. Third, don't apply for Funky Ferndale unless the DIY show's dates don't coincide with it. Fourth, never apply for a show five minutes before The Deadline!
As a footnote, and to end with a semblance of Joy and Rapture, the following week we got calls from two people up in Michigan. One had found The Daughter's laptop, the other had found her purse with all its contents intact! Good people do rule the universe after all!