Yesterday's craft show at Lloyd Hall on Philadelphia's Boathouse Row was not exactly as planned - either by the organizers or the vendors.
There was never any clear information as to whether we'd be inside or out, but when yesterday dawned warm and sunny, outside was obviously the place to be.
Which is why, just as obviously, the organizers decided to keep the crafters indoors, in a big room used for basketball. It's a great room, huge, with glass block windows facing the river that let in tons of light. But all the people were outside. There were hundreds of people outside.
About an hour in, during that uncomfortable period when the only customers are the vendors cruising each other's tables, we started talking about where we wanted to be. One by one, we kept looking out the door at the crowds of runners, joggers, bikers, dog-walkers, couples, singles, families . . . and wanting to be out there, with them.
Suddenly, I'd had enough. I started laying my display pieces flat on the table for easier movement, and when I looked up, there was a woman stepping briskly past, dragging her table behind her.
It was on.
A little while later, the organizer came out and looked completely mystified at seeing us there. He made a few noises about making us move back in, but when people said they'd go home before they'd go back inside, he went away. Lucky man knew when he was beaten - earlier there'd been mutterings about glue guns.
It ended up being a gorgeous day, pretty profitable considering many of the people who were out there weren't dressed for shopping (hard to carry a wallet in a sports bra or a pair of bike shorts), but there were enough buyers to keep everyone happy and willing to come back.
If they ask us.