So, I attended the Southern X-Mass show in Charlotte, NC last year. It is essentially, a craft show. Normally I wouldn’t attend this sort of thing, however my daughter was participating in an event there, so I had to attend.
She is in the chorus – not that she is a wonderful singer, my family suffers from the inability to carry a tune, but she sounds good mixed in with the chorus and can afford to go on the trips, and us as parents are the kind of psycho nut jobs seen on other kid competition shows like “toddlers and tiaras” or “pit bulls and parolees”
So there is part of the group. She had a grand old time singing, and it was over within about fifteen minutes. Afterwards they spent fifteen minutes trying to group the kids with “chaperones”, those parents that showed up had to watch the kids whose parents didn’t show up. I wasn’t aware of this as a part of the trip, but I won’t go into this. I don’t like watching other people’s kids without a waiver.
So after we were turned loose on an unsuspecting populace, we walked around the craft show. There was a lot of interesting stuff to look at, but not much stuff I would consider purchasing and bringing home. I mean, a big saw blade with tractors and stuff painted on it looks nice in a Cracker Barrel, but who wants one in their den?
More weird stuff you wouldn’t necessarily hang on your wall, but fun to see. At this point I was confronted by a Crazy Craft Show Lady. I learned something about craft shows while asking a photography group about this sort of thing. First, the backstory.
There was a booth of sculpted crafts involving rocks. I thought they were cute, but again, not something I would purchase for my own use unless I owned a western themed hotel or maybe a playground. I took two pictures of the things when Crazy Craft Lady runs over in front of me and says “No Photos Allowed!” I was taken aback, in shock, and I guess I stared at her with a stupefied expression. She said “My stuff is copyrighted! No photos allowed!”
I said “But you’re in public…” and simply wandered off, dazed and confused. Two problems with her assumption: Yes, you can copyright a sculpture, but what that means is I can’t photograph one from several angles and go home and reproduce that sculpture, or buy it and measure it and make several more. That’s what copyright means. The second problem is, she has no expectation of privacy in public. Even if she hangs a sign up that says “No Photos!”, anyone can take pictures in public. Much like photographing freaky people in Wal-Mart, or interestingly half-naked people on the beach, there’s nothing they can do to stop you.
I’m not posting her stuff on here, not out of respect, but out of the fact I don’t want to drum up any business for such an A-Hole. Yes, I understand, people at craft shows have to deal with this problem. Someone takes photos of their painted gourds, goes home and paints their own gourds the same way, and comes back next year as the competition. Well, tough, that’s called capitalism, and its the reason we can buy many many different kinds of cars now, and not just Ford’s Model T.
I like these – I made one about 20 years ago while I was in college, it was a popular way to recycle empty liquor bottles, as if college students need an excuse to empty a liquor bottle.
I love this one… I said “I think they’re making moonshine”, and the guy laughed and said, “Yeah, that’s what they’re doing!”
So overall the craft show was nice, other than the Crazy Craft Lady it all went rather nice. I even had three free tickets left over. Since we didn’t need them, I gave them to a group of people in line to buy tickets, which earned me a mean look from the woman in the ticket booth.
My day was done.