I paid the booth fee
So I guess that means I’m going to go. I’ve been waffling about whether or not this festival is a good idea or not. For one thing, Steve and I are trying to sell our house here in Florida so we can move back to Michigan. My life feels kind of higgledy piggledy and it’s hard to keep piling on. For another thing, I don’t have a tent to sell anything out of. And I don’t have any skeletons that are shrimp festival like.
But what the heck? If I really tried, I could find an excuse not to do anything ever again. I’m good at it. So what if I tried to find reasons to do this festival? What then?
Then I’d say, hey, my house has never been cleaner than it is right now so it’s a perfect time to get to work on a new skeleton series. I always feel more energetic when I’m organized. And I can probably borrow someone’s tent. Worst case scenario, I’ll rent one. It’s only money.
So I started doing some research on shrimpers and shrimp boats. I watched Forrest Gump. And I’ve been thinking pretty hard about what I could do to get people to want to buy skeletons, plus I’ve got some good marketing strategies that I’ve read recently that’ll help.
Tomorrow I’m going to get a little more finished with them. I’m thinking five or six shrimpers and one shrimp boat. Then I’m going to offer the originals at the festival and take orders for prints. I’ll have something to give away in exchange for contact information, maybe a girly shrimper skelly or something like that. Something fun and that’s not available to purchase in my booth.
Today, on Facebook, a friend asked me if I was fixated on death. I told him, No, they make me laugh. This shrimper series is a perfect example. It makes me grin to think of making shrimp boat workers decked out in rubber boots and gloves, holding their tools of the trade, and grinning from ear to ear. That’s what skeletons do. They’re always smiling, always having a good time. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with people like that?