Well, the Renegade Craft Fair was a major success. I kept looking around in disbelief thinking, this is blogs come to life! And seriously, it was. So many talented artists turned out for the event, offering oodles of goodies for the eye to oogle over.
Unfortunately, I was on a budget. The kind of budget that requires you buy nothing...except a few tasty beverages that makes watching your friends snatch up the cutest of the craft fair somewhat manageable. However, the fair was sponsored by Goose Island brewery as well as Lulu B. Wine...so I was doing just fine.
We found the Renegade Handmade store! I'm not totally sure what the intention was here, but I believe they had hired this man and his twirling ballerina-thing to stand outside the store and...freak everyone out? Please note the look of concern on the man's face standing to the far left. Trust me when I say, everyone was equally as confused. Basically, this dude's shtick was to crank a lever so the doll inside would spin. There was kind of music box music playing, but... not really. Twistedman would talk to Doll and say things like, "Why! Don't you look lovely today! What did you have for breakfast this morning? Don't feel like talking? I understand..." I'm pretty sure he has at least eight girls locked up in his basement. Moving on...
We were feeling a little rough from the night before. Staying up until 5:00a.m. at 25 years old is not an easy feat (wah). So, while Whitney took a moment to, ahem, say hello to her ole pal Ralph, we popped a seat on an outdoor patio, enjoyed some refreshments and some spinach artichoke dip, and were able to people watch the hipsters at the craft fair to the left, and the meat-head, drunken college kids watching Saturday football in the bar to our right. A nice medium.
Okay, I'll address it - this is pretty creepy of me. But! It was also pretty cute, and their mom's were right there and they were totally fine with me snapping pics of their insane children. This moment right here is the reason that I never want, and only want to have boys.
One of the booths was an artist who solely made pretty tents. Why? Not sure, but I think it has something to do with cute craft fair moms who have peanut butter stained sticky children and just want something pretty in their house... if it has to be yet another toy. Regardless, the tents were totally cute, and these two little ginger babies totally agreed. Running from tent to tent screaming, "I wanttogoto the udder one!" these boys had a terrifying amount of energy, and from the look of sheer defeat and exhaustion on their mothers' faces, it was clear they were both about five minutes away from lugging giant tents back to their minivans. Poor dears.
Natalie found a vendor for life...and, I must say, it's a good call. Natalie was drawn to thief & BANDIT upon first sight. You stick a half shirt in the front of your booth, and the Natalies of the world with come arunnin. But sincerely, theif & BANDIT is awesome. All handprinted fabrics, handmade into intricate bracelets, necklaces, you name it. At first, Natalie was unable to walk away without the halfshirt and the bracelet...upon which Brenna's eyes fell and desired one of her own. So we returned, Brenna got her bracelet (which was awesome) and then Natalie bought a headband. Well worth it, ladies! I only wish I'd have had enough money for a necklace of my own.
I loved these precious little plushes. These sad cheeseburgers were made by Steff Bomb and not too pathetic-looking to actually want to eat. And, for some reason, they remind me of Cabbages and Kings. But! Steff Bomb has so many of these cute little guys - sad teeth, happy tacos, grinning banjos and chain saws...
Perhaps the last thing we were expecting on our wholesome, friend-filled day at the craft fair was a booth filled with stuffed genitalia. I can't tell you why the people at the Prick Cushion do what they do, but I can tell you that if I hadn't had a few drinks in me I would not have had enough courage to venture in there. Actually, it took me a solid three minutes to figured out exactly what these little guys were. Cue red faces.
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