Today attended a Craft Fayre in the Parish Hall. (Craft Fayres have to have that spelling, it is the law in crafting circles)
Crafters can be categorised into 2 groups,
1, those who knit leggings, complete with feet, for babies in garish pink synthetic wool, and think that this is, ‘alright now because its all coming back in’, therefore its ‘vintage’.
2, young Art students who are creative and interesting and make things you cant believe you hadn’t thought of, out of bits of rotten wood and anything from the tip.
Crafters can be as unfriendly and competitive as the Table Top Sellers from last week (see blog). I discovered this as I brushed past a rail of startlingly bright red hand knitted cardigans (meant for babies but more suited to a Nicholas Roeg film), and stall holder glared, with not hint of a follow through smile, as I apologised for touching her man made fibres.
The most interesting stall of the day, I felt, was a table full of wine glasses and bottles that had been glittered all over in pinks and turquoise and black and silver. Some had a glittery zebra print and some had the look of a leopard on drugs in an 80s night club. All looked very rough on the lips.
The centre piece was a huge metal construction complete with heavy duty chains and padlocks, holding 2 bottles of Australian Chardonnay .
‘My husband is in the Forces and his friend made it’ , said the stall holder.
By the look on her face it was clear the finished object bore no similarity to her original vision, but was the outpourings of a solider who had been in Afghanistan rather too long.
Yet here it was in our little village. And her stall drew the most interest from the most unlikely men, who would not usually be drawn to a pink glitter leopard print wine glass. ‘I like the chains’ said an elderly man in a farmers coat.
It is a funny old world the Craft Fayre world