Well, we got hit bad on Sunday, pretty well tanked any sales because of the all day down pour.
Things were not nearly as good as past years here..
Let me explain.
This is a solid show. Local committee runs it. Everybody gets to park behind their booths among gorgeous old oak trees. The locals are well off. Very conservative, but they do have disposable income.
Most years I can do a minemum of $4k or better at this show. Have done it since the early 90's.
This year Ellen was in, I was on the waitlist, resigned to doing Apollo Beach, near Tampa, but nowhere in the class of this show--think cow-pies in the middle of a big grassy cowfield.
Anyways, you setup on Thursday and the show is the next three days, they come and they buy, everybody goes home happy.
Ellen and her neighbor Dianne both notice there is an open space between them on Friday. Ellen speaks up for her man--and whadda ya know, I am in the show. I was on the waitlist. It is just, after a certain amount of time the committee doesn't call anybody on the waitlist. Well, I drove over Friday night. Hit torrential rain, which closed the show down at 4 pm on Friday.
Murphy's Law. As you know if you have ever driven route 60 east out of Tampa, there is one lonely, deadly area of that road, thirty miles long, that is head-on traffic. Everywhere else it is two-laned. Murphy's Law. I was going east, no bad weather, and when I hit that stretch, all of a sudden the rain was so bad I could not see four feet in front of me. Lucky me, got to drive in it for 35 miles--what a character builder that is. The Boy Scouts could give a merit badge for it.
Made it in, joined up with Ellen, in marital bliss, and we had a great evening.
Next morn, I set up early and was ready at 9 AM when show opened.
Ellen had a killer Friday as did others, there was buying energy and big crowds.
Saturday there where big crowds, but sales sucked, mostly lowend. Usually I can do an easy $2K-plus on any Saturday at Vero, this year I had to settle for $1400 and part of that was a $600 sale. Sales around us were the same way, mostly lowend and not much big framed pieces going out the door.
BTW. The show puts on a great Artist dinner and awards on Friday night, nobody complained, all were well-fed.
The best part of the day was ahead of us. A lot of lucky artists got invited to a killer party at the house of Alan Teger and Barbara Krupp. They put out a spread to die for.
And again, for the second year in a row, I got to practice an Andy Shea move, which involves as you walk out of the party to go, you slowly walk backwards and wave to everybody, and , at least he and I think, everybody else thinks we are walking in. That Andy, he is always coming up with clever killer ideas for parties.
We then got sushi at the that great little Siam Thai Orchid restaurant.
Sunday we awoke, full of Sake hang-over. And the skies were ugly. They proceeded to get worse.
Had a good breakfeast, read the NY Times and arrived at the show just in time for the first of many rain showers, they just kept coming.
Bottom line, it rained all fricking day. Some booths, you could swim laps in. We dammed ours, but who was gonna come in. I made $100 for the day which barely covered the price of my fish sandwich at the local restaurant.
We all tore down, very wet, and headed home.
It was not a good year at Vero. But there are many, still to come.