Holy...wow!
Feb. 11th, 2007 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleHi, home, I'm honey! I'm so very, very tired that that just about makes sense in my brain. I'm exhausted. More importantly, though, I'm humbled and amazed and proud and...just...wow.
I thought the show this weekend would do well, if not quite as well as the immense Fetish Flea two weeks ago. I was perfectly okay with that. I figured, hell, not every show can be that good.
Wrong. I did about twice what I did in Danvers.
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i_am_entropy came by to order a lovely periwinkle corset, and told me I was one of the main reasons she'd come to the show. I can live for a week on a comment like that. I had a couple of, "I've wanted one forever, so I'm just gonna do it"-type statements. I had two corsets-- one of them I just finished that morning-- walk away to new homes. Kelsie flipped over the embroidered terra cotta corset, and put a downpayment on it immediately. Mel (Neid Fyre from PARF) tried on the mulberry corset, and not only was it the perfect colour for several different outfits she already has, it was an absolutely perfect fit. She's mailing a check this week. It was like that all day. I had another PARF regular tell me she couldn't get the tartan outfit I'd displayed out of her head since faire, and she absolutely had to order one. I had complete strangers fall in love on the spot and place orders.
I never even got to get dressed. Neil's alarm didn't go off, so he didn't get to my place til about nine, and we packed the cars and FLEW to Edison at a very low altitude. We arrived a little after eleven, threw my stuff all over the place, and the madness started almost immediately. I didn't leave my little area all day, except twice to go to the bathroom, and once to see the embroidery machine ladyfoxglove_8778 found-- and with whom I forsee a very mutually profitable relationship. At the very end of the day, I realised there was a man selling exquisite Spanish fans right across from me-- no sooner had I started looking at them than I was called back to my boothlette for customers, who turned out to be the fabulous Wench Willow of the Wooded Forest and her friend whose name I've sadly forgotten.
There was late night diner food, and some glorious sushi today, and a truly funny side trip to the Entemann's Outlet from which pictures will be posted. Speaking of which, there is film of the 4am Snoring Symphony from Will and Neil, and of Bill showing me how a lap dance should REALLY be done. On Neil. There was standing around chatting in the hotel lobby this morning with Voltaire's girlfriend and, ohbytheway, Voltaire. Whose show I missed AGAIN. There was the indelible burning into my brain of the catchphrase of the "Erotic Hypnotist," who has discovered the ultimate method of safe sex. If only he hadn't made it sound like the seagulls from "Finding Nemo"....
The concept that people are buying my corsets and thus making all of this possible not just because they're my friends and they don't want to see me living out of my car eating Doritos and cat food but because they actually, really, honestly want one of my corsets is still tickling the hell out of me. I can go back, to some extent, to the way I was living at one of the happiest times of my life: on circuit, at my own pace, to my own drum. I am almost awestruck by this. I sat very quietly in the bathroom this morning, perched on the edge of the tub, and had a chat with G-d to express my thanksgiving.
I'm very lucky. And I know it.
I thought the show this weekend would do well, if not quite as well as the immense Fetish Flea two weeks ago. I was perfectly okay with that. I figured, hell, not every show can be that good.
Wrong. I did about twice what I did in Danvers.
i_am_entropy came by to order a lovely periwinkle corset, and told me I was one of the main reasons she'd come to the show. I can live for a week on a comment like that. I had a couple of, "I've wanted one forever, so I'm just gonna do it"-type statements. I had two corsets-- one of them I just finished that morning-- walk away to new homes. Kelsie flipped over the embroidered terra cotta corset, and put a downpayment on it immediately. Mel (Neid Fyre from PARF) tried on the mulberry corset, and not only was it the perfect colour for several different outfits she already has, it was an absolutely perfect fit. She's mailing a check this week. It was like that all day. I had another PARF regular tell me she couldn't get the tartan outfit I'd displayed out of her head since faire, and she absolutely had to order one. I had complete strangers fall in love on the spot and place orders.I never even got to get dressed. Neil's alarm didn't go off, so he didn't get to my place til about nine, and we packed the cars and FLEW to Edison at a very low altitude. We arrived a little after eleven, threw my stuff all over the place, and the madness started almost immediately. I didn't leave my little area all day, except twice to go to the bathroom, and once to see the embroidery machine lady
foxglove_8778 found-- and with whom I forsee a very mutually profitable relationship. At the very end of the day, I realised there was a man selling exquisite Spanish fans right across from me-- no sooner had I started looking at them than I was called back to my boothlette for customers, who turned out to be the fabulous Wench Willow of the Wooded Forest and her friend whose name I've sadly forgotten. There was late night diner food, and some glorious sushi today, and a truly funny side trip to the Entemann's Outlet from which pictures will be posted. Speaking of which, there is film of the 4am Snoring Symphony from Will and Neil, and of Bill showing me how a lap dance should REALLY be done. On Neil. There was standing around chatting in the hotel lobby this morning with Voltaire's girlfriend and, ohbytheway, Voltaire. Whose show I missed AGAIN. There was the indelible burning into my brain of the catchphrase of the "Erotic Hypnotist," who has discovered the ultimate method of safe sex. If only he hadn't made it sound like the seagulls from "Finding Nemo"....
The concept that people are buying my corsets and thus making all of this possible not just because they're my friends and they don't want to see me living out of my car eating Doritos and cat food but because they actually, really, honestly want one of my corsets is still tickling the hell out of me. I can go back, to some extent, to the way I was living at one of the happiest times of my life: on circuit, at my own pace, to my own drum. I am almost awestruck by this. I sat very quietly in the bathroom this morning, perched on the edge of the tub, and had a chat with G-d to express my thanksgiving.
I'm very lucky. And I know it.