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Mixing Work with Play: Vending at Convention

by Kathleen Cantwell

The 2008 IOLI Convention in Rockford last year was my fourth; but great though it was, I've enjoyed others more.  That's because, in addition to being a student, I was also a vendor.  During the winter of 2007, I decided to take a stab at starting a jewelry making business and aimed at the convention vendor's room as my first selling goal.  The jewelry I make involves leather cord, Chinese knots and semi precious stones, and grew out of the Chinese knot course I took at the 2007 IOLI convention.  It seemed a natural fit.  And I know people are always wandering around the vendor's room looking for something to buy because I'm usually one of them.

I learned there's a difference, though, between spending hours in the vendor's room because you want to and spending hours in the vendor's room because you have to.  I also learned you don't want to be on your own as a vendor.  You miss many meals or eat them real late after everything is over, usually by yourself.  Eventually, I just left the table when I needed to and hoped for the best.  Fortunately, we lacemakers are a fairly close and honest community. 

It was fun being in the vendor's room and getting to know some of the vendors better, but I felt I missed out on the learning part of the convention.  I only took one half day class because I thought taking two would be an overload.  (It would have been).  And at night, instead of working on a class project, I made necklaces and earrings that had been ordered.  Don't get me wrong, I was happy that I was selling something.  It just didn't seem like convention.

And I missed one of the best parts of going to convention.... hanging out and lacing with friends in the evenings.  My usual convention companions, those Land of Lincoln Lacers, were all hard at work putting together a really terrific convention. But enough of this whining!  I didn't make lots of money, but I did make some.  I learned some people do like my jewelry enough top spend money on it.  And I learned more technical details about vending, packaging and marketing.  So, all in all, it was a really worthwhile experience.  But I don't know if I'll repeat it. 



A Newbie's Impression of the IOLI Convention
by Diane Haber
(this article is an expanded version of one written for our L.A.C.E. Newsletter after the 2008 IOLI Convention held in Rockford, Illinois)

I had to be convinced to go to the 55th IOLI convention.  I have only been doing bobbin lace for one year.  It seemed intimidating to go to a convention with experienced lacers from all over the country and abroad.  I still have a hedgehog on my pillow to help remind me of the difference between a half stitch, a cloth stitch and a whole stitch.  I would be found out immediately.  However, I gathered my courage and signed up for two classes: Brugge and Hungarian Tape Lace.

The day of the convention arrived.  I was excited.  I arrived at the hotel and immediately started helping out by selling drawing tickets and commemorative bobbins to equally excited lacers.  The buzz was contagious. 

I met my roommate for the first time.  She was a true Southern belle from Virginia.  She and I shared our room easily; she put on all the clothes she had brought with her as I kept the air conditioning at a level I wouldn't sweat at.  I went to bed with the light on so she could continue lacing and she slept through my early morning shower.

My teachers, Judy Zeiss and Louise Colgan, were kind and patient.  Judy actually gave class members a thank you note for being part of her lace class and Louise let us choose a button as a remembrance.  And I laced and laced... I learned how to use a repeat pin, set a ladder pin and do a continuous sewing.  My lace knowledge grew. 

How do I describe the vendor room?  It was like being a kid in a candy shop, [there was] a magnificent, large colorful array of threads, bobbins of all shapes and sizes.  Lace books to view and covet.  There was so much to choose from.  Money was flowing, not just mine I am happy to say, but everyone's.  I quickly knew this was a place I would have to be very careful in.  I said that to myself each time I went back (well it was hard to stay away).  I was almost out of the vendor room one day for the last time when another lacer teasingly urged me to buy another spool of thread.  Seductively she held it up and let me see its glorious color.  "You need a spool of this color," she murmured to me.  I was hooked.  We went back and egged each other on.  I did buy a spool of the color she had shown me and another color I decided I had to have, and she added two other spools to her collection of colors she could not live without.

The high tea, the lunch, the banquet... everything was wonderful.  The six committee members of the Land of Lincoln Lacemakers handled it all with aplomb.  And they made it look easy when I know for a fact having been privy to lots of pre-convention conversations that it was not.  They worked hard and their efforts paid off.

I came home and showed my son the Brugge flower I had completed.  "Nice," he mumbled.  Then I told him it had taken me 15 hours to complete it.  "Whatever," was his bored response.  That was okay.  I didn't really expect him to understand.