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The holiday season is here!

Nov. 21-22 Housatonic Valley Waldorf School Holiday Fair, Newtown, CT
Nov. 29 Jewelry Sale at Off The Beaded Path, Great Barrington, MA
Dec. 5 Bard Craft Fair, Annandale-on-Hudson, NY
Dec. 6 Hawthorne Valley Waldorf School Yultide Fair, Harlemville, NY
Dec. 13 Sheffield Market, Sheffield, MA
Dec. 20 Sheffield Market, Sheffield, MA

If you’ve got any questions or need directions don’t hesitate to ask!

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Right, so this is old news but my BFF Amanda took all the photos this summer of all the events we did, and due to hurricanes and mad amounts of work in her new home in NOLA she’s not been able to share them with me, until now! So instead of writing about what I’ve been up to lately I thought I’d finally share with you some of what I did this summer, in storyboard format!

GRASSROOTS Festival of Music and Dance, Trumansburg, NY

Grassroots was a blast, late nights, great music, lots of support:

(you’ll be happy to know I still had to pay him!)

There were periodic rainstorms throughout the weekend, but thanks to my good friends Paul and Maria of Asia Luna I had an extra roof on my tent which meant we stayed dry:

These girls did not:

Coming home we found a giant turtle, and had to stop and take photos (obviously!):

FALCON RIDGE FOLK Festival of Music and Dance, Hillsdale, NY

Although Falcon Ridge began with much rain, the majority of the weekend was nice and sunny:

Until it wasn’t!
The sky was ominous! This is the last we saw before we zipped up and buckled down (and then it proceeded to pelt us with quarter-sized hail and huge gusts of wind):

We held on tight (this funny photo really doesn’t convey the violence of the wind, because we didn’t have time to take photos when we were all hanging on for dear life!):

And despite some serious flooding (and seriously white thighs, sorry):

We managed to to escape yet again without a leak from the top!:

Others were not so fortunate:

For some it was no matter. This is sort of how I was feeling, even though everyone expected me to be really upset:

It was an eventful summer,
and I have to thank Amanda again for taking so many photos, for all the hours spent working on tedious tasks (like tying bows and gluing boxes) and for always being there for me when I was stressing out, or when I was overjoyed.

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Come find me this Fall, I’m going to be all over the place!

Sep. 6+20, Oct. 4+18 Hillsdale Farmer’s Market
Sep. 14 Mountain Music Festival, Bethel, NY
Sep. 20 Pawling Arts & Crafts Fest, Pawling, NY
Sep. 21 Earth Day Festival, Bethel, NY
Oct. 4-5 Hudson High School Craft Fair, Hudson, NY
Oct. 11-12 Warren Fall Festival, Warren, CT
Oct. 18 Green Meadow Fall Fair, Chestnut Ridge, NY

As you can see there are a few dates that are doubled. In those cases my Mom will be working the Farmer’s Market for me, so you should really go keep her company!

I’m anticipating having my Etsy back online by the end of the month so keep an eye on Soasadesigns.com for updates!

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I think that’d be me. Sorry.

I know I should have blogged about the fantastic trip I had up to Ithaca with my booth. I know I should have fabulous photos to prove that Grassroots was a fabulous festival! I know I should have blogged about the huge, terrifying storm that hit Falcon Ridge early Sunday afternoon, effectively shutting down the festival. I don’t have photos of that either, so check out that link to see a video, check out this one to see another, and someday I’ll wrangle some photos away from My dear friend and savior Amanda when I’m sure she’s more settled in her new home! She’s got photos of my pasty white legs standing in a river of muddy water running higher than my ankles through my booth. It took four of us hanging on the EZ-Up to keep it from lifting off, but I am very proud to say that my meticulous weather disaster plan was 100% effective! Nary an earring was lost, and the paper goods all survived as well!

My lack of blogging energy hasn’t been helped by the fact that until this week I hadn’t read an entire book all month (the horror!) and I’ve been on strict knitting probation thanks to my lovely OT who’s trying to fix up my elbow. In other news, I’ve started hula hooping pretty much obsessively, and I’m cleaning and sorting and packing in preparation to head back to school next week! I can’t believe my break is so close to ending.

Boo.

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I have a dilemma. I’m reading Terror and Liberalism by Paul Berman and it’s a wonderfully intelligent book, but it’s a bit heavy. I’ve suddenly been struck by the urge to read the book on Waldorf Ed. that my mom gave me for Christmas (that’d be Waldorf Education: A family Guide, for those who are interested) but I do want to read this Berman book. I’m afraid if I stop now I won’t pick it back up, but by refusing to start reading another book without finishing it I find I’m simply not reading anything. What to do?

Also! Old Songs went wonderfully this past weekend. It’s a fabulous little festival, a really comfortable size, very family friendly and mellow. I felt safe and welcome the entire weekend! It rained a bit but we were ready for it and it was no problem! Up next is Grassroots in Trumansburg, NY, followed promptly (read: two days later) by Falcon Ridge in my hometown Hillsdale, NY. I hear fabulous things about Grassroots, and I know from experience that Falcon Ridge is the highlight of many people’s year, including my own! Y’all should come on by!

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Death and Taxes


This past weekend I officially registered myself for a tax ID. I feel…watched.

I also feel like I’m going to spend a bazillion dollars on wholesale glitterzzzz!

On a less federal note, I’m doing a bunch of events this fall that I’m really pumped for! I’m at the point where failure isn’t so scary, having lost a ton of money and dealt with the rain on several occasions, I’m beginning to just let it roll off my back. Ahhh letting things go, a glorious feeling.
So far my season looks like this:

Oct. 6 Hillsdale Farmer’s Market, NY
Oct. 6-7 Warren Harvest Fest, CT
Oct. 13-14 Hudson High Craft Fair, NY
Oct. 20 Hillsdale Farmer’s Market, NY
Green Meadow Fall Fair, NY (Probable)
Nov. 4-5 Taconic Hills Craft Fair, NY (Possible)
Dec. 8 Hawthorne Valley Yuletide Fair, NY (Probable)

Additionally, I’ve got a foot in the door with a couple shops in town, so I’m going to be running my work by them soon.

October 20-21 is also the weekend of the Rhinebeck Gem and Mineral Show which I will be attending as a glitter-lover.

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But I have excuses!

Actually, just one really. I haven’t posted in nearly a month because that’s how long it’s been since Musefest. Every time I think “I want to blog about this” I realize that I have not yet addressed Musefest, and as it was a big event for me I can’t simply neglect it. But oh how I wish I would. In order to continue blogging I must simply clench my teeth and bear the pain for the moments it takes to write this.


Musefest. Absolutely disastrous, in my worst nightmares it couldn’t have gone much worse. It started out fine, we arrived way earlier than necessary on Thursday, had the booth set up by about 5pm, and a ton of time to kill. No biggy, I made a ton of jewelry and the kids went exploring. The people were pleasant, the site was nice, and the rain we’d seen on our way in cleared away. I had high hopes, and we all went to bed with pleasant anticipation for what was to come.

We awoke to find that the electricity still wasn’t hooked up, and we would be eating chips and salsa for breakfast. We were assured that the food vendors we were so counting on (as it turned out the site was much, much further from town than expected) would be electrically wired and cooking by 10. No problem. 2pm rolled around, no food, tummy’s grumbling, and no fest folk had arrived. Music wouldn’t be starting until 5pm, and everyone on site was hungry and grouchy. 5pm rolled around, the band went up, not so hot, and a few people trickled in. Drunk people.

After a long slow evening I began to realize my mistake. This was not a family fun festival as I’d been lead to believe, this was a chance for all the druggy kids of Ithaca to network, get high, and act like morons. There was no money to be made, and no ATM on site to facilitate spending. I resigned myself to a really slow weekend, hoping for $500 to cover my expenses and maybe enough profit to put towards another booth fee somewhere else. It was not to be. We stuck it out as long as we could Friday night, then went to sleep, arising relatively late in the morning to find there were still very few people around, and even less with any money. We were reassured that Saturday night would be a great night for vending because there would be more people, more families.

This too was not to be. It had been off and on cloudy and scorchingly hot all weekend, and around 8:30 that evening the clouds rolled in in earnest. The sky turned black, and beyond it was a pink glow I initially believed was the sunset, as the clouds were moving incredibly fast and I thought perhaps they were blowing right over. As that pink expanded and began to turn a muddy brown I reconsidered. Instantly the wind came up and I grabbed my tent, trying desperately to zip up the walls, screaming my head off for the kids. the rain hit like an anvil, coupled with the wind, ripping the walls from my hands. The kids ran up to help and we got three sides zipped, but couldn’t see enough through the buckets of rain in our eyes to get the forth. I clung desperately, trying to hold the sides together as the sky turned a brilliant chartreuse green, and wind whipped through the tent, knocking all my carefully laid out displays to the muddy ground. Somehow in the hubbub my thumb had been sliced open, and as I fought with the wind, soaked to the bone, bleeding all over my nice white tent, all I could do was hope to got that a tornado didn’t come ripping through. I didn’t know what I’d do if the kids got hurt.

The storm died almost as quickly as it came up, and at 9:20 we stood calm, looking around at what was left of my jewelry. Not much. Earrings lay trampled in the mud, bent, broken, or simply gone. Everything was soaked through and we were all shaking with exhaustion and freezing cold. I have honestly never been more miserable. I called home and told them we were on our way, and we crammed all our stuff into my car, amazed we fit it all, and limped the four hours home, freezing cold and defeated.

Musefest was an incredible loss for me. Literally hundreds of dollars. I missed classes for it, spent all my free time preparing for it, and didn’t make back my booth fee. One good thing did come from it and that is that the few things I did sell were designs I’d created specifically for the festival crowed, so at least I know those were spot on. There simply weren’t enough people.

That is my excuse, and I’m sticking to it.

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