stitching together some crafty reflections

This weekend I went to the Crafty Bastards craft fair. I had a blast, spent way too much of my own money, and got a couple very cool things. I also got to see the mingling of different social groups that in other circumstances would cross a street to avoid each other but I saw little old ladies in floral prints talking to six foot tall medal heads with full sleeves of tattoos. They were even smiling at each other.

such is the power of craft. most everything available there could probably be found cheaper made by an underpaid child laborer form an impoverished country in an Urban Outfiters but there's something about shaking hands with the woman who sewed the garment your buying or baked the cupcake you're eating that makes the extra couple of bucks worth it.

and for the record Urban Outfiters marks up their merchandise so high that you're better off buying stuff at the craft fair (perhaps Target would have been a better example)