Hi girls. I know you’ve all been waiting. You’ve all been wondering. And you’ve all been such an amazing part of past Art Fairs. But we knew it was going to be hard to keep Art Fair growing and keep Art Fair true to its roots.
I remember the first time we opened up 435 to you. Crazy. I had never been so nervous. So nervous that I might disappoint you. So nervous that maybe no one would come. And so nervous that you’d realize I’m really not all that cool. Ha, it’s my girls at MJC that pull it all off and let me look like the star. What would I do without them? What would we do without you?
We moved MJC to 4031 last year and David decided to sell 435. I was much against it but knew we couldn’t afford for it to just sit empty. That place we called 435 has a huge place in the MJC story. A huge place in my story. I wanted that building for so long. Could never afford it. Dwelled on it. After 2 years was finally able to rent the first floor. Rented the second floor. Rented the 3rd floor. Bought it. Had our first art fair. Had our second. Had our third. Sold it.
Now what? Sam, Kayla, Allison and I all were a little shocked last week after several months of searching for a new location for Art Fair. Shocked that there are few choices out there to hold such a huge event. And a little shocked at how many brides wanted to get married in June and fill up all the great locations. Come on, an Art Fair should trump a wedding right?
So we pondered over it. Chatted with Matt, Lynette and Jeff over what to do. How not to disappoint you. We came up with lots of ideas. But when it came down to it at the end if the day I, myself, just could not alter the “Art Fair”. I couldn’t turn it into something it was not meant to be. I couldn’t be ok with only allowing 100 people to come because we couldn’t find a place big enough.
You have no idea the thought that was poured into this decision. And I admit a few tears as well. I didn’t know what to do. Art Fairs have always been my love, my living, the start of MJC. It really is a huge part of me. I couldn’t imagine doing something other than just a crazy old Art Fair. Rain or shine. Frigid temps or 90 degree humidity that made you sweat tears. It’s what it is. It’s standing all day, working harder than you ever thought you could but loving every little human interaction that you make. It’s a little chaos and a whole lotta love.
I could go on and on but I guess I can’t beat around the bush any longer. At the end of the day there’s no way to change it and I need to own my decision. We won’t be doing Art Fair this year. It will continue next year ABSOLUTELY. But this year we just can’t pull it off. Kayla and Allison have tried and tried to find a space large enough with the right amenities but it’s just not showing itself or someone is getting married that weekend. Aghhhh June.
I’m so sorry. And I wish I had a beautiful way to tell you but I don’t. All I got is the truth and it is that we just can’t find a location that’s available and that we like. I know. It sounds so simple. But if it were that simple, we wouldn’t have spent the last 3-4 months searching, discussing, problem-solving and just hoping it would come together.
Aghhh. The story must go on. And in 2015 it will. I guess this will just have to be the year that Art Fair slept silently.