Saturday is always THE DAY of Lucketts. That’s when the die hard buyers come and the place is always bustling. I started the morning super early at 5:15 am, so I would have plenty of time to drive down and get the booth set up by the time the gates opened. The skies looked a little cloudy as we drove south, but I was still optimistic. Clouds are okay. Clouds are good.
Just as we drove over the bridge into Virginia, the rain started to fall.
There were some clear spots of sky that were taunting me. I thought of Maryanne in Sense & Sensibility. “There’s some blue sky. Let us chase it!”
Well, the blue sky just moved further away and when I arrived at Lucketts, there was a steady drizzle. Bummer. My heart sank. All of my stuff was in a cube under a tarp. There was so much to do and how were we going to do it in the rain. I don’t want the waxed pieces or upholstery or my books or textiles or lavender or boxwood getting wet. Okay, Marian. This is what today is going to be and a little rain isn’t the worst thing that can happen. Just go with it. I had little pep talks with myself like that to prepare for 10 hours in squishy shoes and customers huddled under umbrellas.
As we started to shuffle things around under the tents, figuring out how to keep them dry, the rain let up. I raced around, frantically trying to get things set up. My husband kept assuring me that there was plenty of time. I knew it was going to be tight and I knew I would have to start letting go of some of the ideas I had for staging the space. There were fifteen minutes left and I thought we might make it. Everything was at least presentable except the farm table, which had been the dry place to set stuff until I could put it in it’s place. I was working on the table and last two boxes and my husband said, “Alright, here they come!”
“No, no…not really, right? I’m not ready!” I looked up and saw a bunch of people, rushing through the gate. Ten minutes early. The line of people was blocking the parking lot, so they had to open the gates.
For a few seconds, I felt the disappointment welling up. I didn’t get to finish. I’ve worked so hard and I didn’t get to execute my vision for my 2013 Lucketts booth. I stood, a bit dumbfounded and at a loss, looking at my farm table, which was a mess.
In my distress, the people rushing around my space, pulling tags, gathering things up in their arms, was a blur.
I finally snapped out of it and took notice of what was happening in my space. No one else cared that it was unfinished. I don’t think anyone even noticed. This was such a snapshot of how silly I can be. Running around fretting about things that don’t matter and I miss the amazing things that are going on right around me. I realized that I needed to just let it go. The booth wasn’t finished and that was okay. It really didn’t matter.
We had to set up the checkout under a makeshift lean-to with a tarp and customers had to hunch over as Faith and my mom wrote up tickets and it really didn’t matter.
The line was so long that Emily and I abandoned the unpacked boxes and started writing tickets and taking cash in the line and that didn’t matter.
I was so busy, that I had to give up control of my camera to Shawn, who took some really nice pictures…
…and found quite a source of entertainment in catching my photo-bombing husband…
…and that didn’t matter, either.
Dude…I was laughing out loud at those pictures last night. And that’s not even half of them. He’s always been able to make me laugh.
Anyway, most things didn’t go as planned and weren’t how I imagined them to be, but it was all perfect in it’s own quirky, wonderful, remember-the-year-at-Lucketts-when-we-did-fill-in-the-blank kind of way.
Fortunately, Allison from The Golden Sycamore did share some of her pictures with me…
And despite the tarps and the rushing around like a crazy lady and the fact that I didn’t finish, it was the best fair day ever. Most of my furniture was sold within an hour. Pieces flew out of my booth at an overwhelming pace. There were so many people to meet with and talk to and sign books for that I didn’t take a sip of water until about 2:00. We even had some other Lucketts vendors swing buy later in the day to find out what we were selling that caused such a frenzy. That made me smile.
As with all events, I learned a lot of lessons and have some plans for how to make things even better for next year.
Did you catch that? Next year. So, start making those road trip and girl’s day out plans for Lucketts 2014. I’ll be there. I may not finish setting up, it may rain, my pretty white tents may be hidden under blue and gray tarps, my shoes may be squishy and I may have a really bad hair day and dirt under my nails, but I’ll be there. I hope you’ll be, too. And that’s all that really matters, right?