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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.
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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.
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