In January 2011, I started my advertising career sitting across from my fellow "wintern," Sarah Dudek. When I was driving across the country, she happened to have just moved back to Massachusetts and was gracious enough to let me crash at her new apartment. Then Sarah got into sign painting and started selling her art at weekend markets and I've been simultaneously proud and jealous – it's every advertiser's dream to no longer do advertising.
It's a weird existence we've chosen for ourselves.
That's when my roommate-turn-best-friend-turn-business-manager reminded me that I have a ton of posters under my bed, and that I, too, can have a stand at a weekend market, like, say… Artists and Fleas, perhaps. So she emailed them a proposal to get a table on my behalf and left the rest in my hands.
After many excuses and days of procrastination, I finally paid a deposit and there was no turning back (refund-wise), so I opened back up the @EgosDeckDream account and told my friends about it.
I picked the weekend that was furthest away so Casey and I could plan the business: what to print, what to order, how to price, how to design.
I'm not sure if choosing to wait three weeks from email-to-table was a good idea or bad idea. On the one hand, I got to plan, print, shop, scout, and strategize. On the other hand, waiting three weeks and not knowing whether my table would be a hit or miss with Brooklynites is frightening. And I'm a Brooklynite.
August 25 and 26 will be days I'll remember for a long time. Maybe because it helped me remember the three months in 2013 that I'll remember for the rest of my life. Or maybe because I never smiled so much in my life, not because it was all genuine smiles, but because I'm acutely aware of my resting-bitch face and I'm trying not to deter people from the table. Or maybe because seeing people's faces light up reading about their state validates my project, research and writing.
I also decided to venture into my second passion: pet portraits, drawn on a brown paper bag for $1.
And as cheesy as it sounds, it didn't matter if people bought a postcard or not. Seeing people stop by, put on 3D glasses, flip through the book and nod along was pretty rewarding in itself. I know, I know.
A big thank you to every one who supported me physically or in spirit. I've never worked harder in my life, not even in my real day job of advertising.
Funny enough, things came full circle that weekend: Sarah, who helped support my project, inspired me to sell my project products at a market, happened to be selling stuff at her own market that weekend.
I might do it again, I learned areas to optimize and it was my "first pancake" after all, as my business manager says. And I might even do more of a pivot to pet portraits. I don't know. I'll have to wait for my cheeks to rest cause It's been over a week since I tabled AND MY CHEEKS STILL HURT.