Spring into Summer…

Yay! The sun is streaming through our window, the heater behind the counter is well and truly back in it’s box and the shop has been Eastered to within an inch of it’s life…

April is here folks! And with it came our first family afternoon at the beach – check it out:

We even had to put a sun hat on the baby! OK so we were shivering by the time we got back to the car, but that doesn’t matter. We’d had a dose of vitamin D and it’s amazing what a difference that can make.

I was in such a summery move, I’ve restocked the gorgeous Bella bags from My Sister Mabel in Teignmouth. One of our longest standing products, we’ve sold these bags for years because we just think they’re awesome. Perfect for shoving in everything you need for a day out mooching around the shops, or a picnic in the park… hell, you could even grab a baby sun hat and head off to the beach…

Bluebell Love! Spring is on the way (brrrrrrr)…

…although you wouldn’t know it in the shop today. I’m writing this post huddled up to my heater, wishing I’d bought the hound into the shop today so he could keep my feet warm.

Speaking of which, the Rockpool Pooch was strutting his stuff on the Barbican this week, sporting his rather fabulous Hootchie Mama dog bandana.

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(Don’t be fooled by the sunshine – it was brass monkies that day as well).

Still, spring is surely on the way, and we’ve cracked on with the next video postcard from the shop, introducing our newest stockist, Bluebell Love from Chagford in mid-Devon. I’m not going to be troubling Davina or Claudia for their presenting jobs, but hey, one tries.

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More next week! (Maybe I’ll have found someone who can make me a sheekskin onesie by then…)

 

 

 

Oh dear oh dear oh dear

What can I say? We’re closing in on three months since the last blog… *hangs head in shame*. There’s no point in messing around with the whys, wherefores and where-the-hell-have-you-beens about why I haven’t kept you up to speed since 8th October – there really is no more impressive excuse than Christmas arrived on our doorstep on 9th October and I’ve only just woken up from the Manic Festive Dream, a little like Dorothy after her adventures in Oz, with only hazy recollections of what the last few weeks have entailed. So, here we go, lets try and summarise some of the highs, lows, lessons, experiences and anecdotes from the last 84 days…

First off, 10 fairs in 2 and a half months is a mammouth undertaking, when you factor 2 jobs and 1 toddler in to the equation as well. There’s no beating around the bush – despite all the fun and frolics (and Quality Street) we had along the way, I was so ridiculously relieved to pack away the last box on 15th December and know that I didn’t have to open it again until the new year. There – I’ve said it. Bad small business owner! However, despite this relief it was also really sad to say goodbye to our gorgeous Christmas products until October 2015 – they’re far to beautiful to sit in a box for the best part of 10 months. Humph.

And whilst I’m prattling on about it – I’ve heard enough Christmas compilation CDs to last me 10 lifetimes and then some. I’m all for creating an atmosphere, but event organisers: spare a thought for your stallholders who are probably, like me, on a massive Christmas fair marathon and therefore have to endure Maria-bloody-Carey and Cliff-blinkin-Richard literally dozens of times. Nevertheless, we are professionals – not a smile faltered, not a swear word was uttered and not a chair was thrown through a window in a Shakin’-Stevens-induced rage. Having said that, indoor fairs, even with their musical challenges, are a breeze compared to outdoor fairs; outdoor fairs are fraught with risk – wind and rain being the first thoughts that spring to mind, but there are less obvious hazards to keep an eye out for as well: dogs peeing against your table leg for example…

Despite all this, Christmas for Rockpool was the best we’ve ever had. Increasing our presence on the craft fair scene, coupled with an unexpected Plymouth Magazine cover story and other press interest has meant we’ve had oodles of lovely, local crafters contact us asking to join our merry band, as well as lots more online orders. Our only problem was selling out of some particularly popular lines, and big apologies to those makers who I had to contact 2 or 3 times to restock during the last few weeks. Next year the matra will definitely be: Christmas comes but once a year, so order early and order big…

In other news, I’ve now officially been served with my notice of redundancy from the day job, so in 2015 we’ll be saying Bye Bye nine to five rat race and Hello unpredictable and exhilarating world of self-employment. Whilst it’s been tempting to adopt the tried, tested and entirely healthy head-buried-in-sand procedure for the last few weeks, as New Year is looming I know I need to come up with a post 31st March 2015 Plan. Seeds have already been sown and research has already been done to ring the changes for Rockpool next year, so hopefully when the spring comes, my little, loved, green shoots of a business will be well on its way to becoming, well, a bit less little and green shooty…

 

What I was doing when I should have been blogging…

A month. Shocking. But in my defense, I was out revelling in all the joys Devon and Cornwall (and…ahem…Scotland) has to offer. It is the summer after all – and as the Hurricane-formally-known-as-Bertha hoolies it’s way towards the South West, I thought I’d reflect on a fabulous 4 weeks in the Westcountry sunshine…

Week 1 – Watching the inimitable Elbow at the Eden Sessions. An unlikely Mother’s Day pressie from my 1 year old (he knows his Mother well), Mr RT and I were lucky enough to catch the boys from Bury in surely one of the most picturesque venues in the country. If you’ve never seen a gig at Eden, make it a priority – it’s breathtaking (if not a long walk back to your car). And speaking of breathtaking views, the following night we pitched up, with 20,000 others, to MTV Crashes Plymouth. (Yup – Elbow one night, Example the next – who says we’re not eclectic??). The event was certainly loud and proud, and while I’ll save my rant about the lack of bars for another post (and in any event I vented my spleen in a strongly worded complaint to Plymouth City Council to which, incidentally, I’m yet to receive a response), you can’t say this kind of massive event isn’t fantastic for Plymouth, and the wider Westcountry. Plus, on a scorching evening on the Hoe, it’s hard to be grumpy. (Even if you’ve queued for 3 hours for a beer).

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Week 2 – Saw Rockpool attend The Wild Tribe Children’s Festival; the first children’s festival to be held in Plymouth. As new parents we were probably a bit biased, but we thought it was fantastic. Theatre performances, puppets, storytelling, marshmallow toasting, all sorts of messy crafty type things, bands, stalls, amazing food (including Yum and Stuff and Thorough Bread – check them out) and, of course, your local, friendly online retailers. Fab day – can’t wait for it to come back next year.

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Week 3 – Did Accounts. De-fleed the dog. Packed for…

Week 4 – Holidays in Scotland! Too much to cram in – amazing evenings at Hampden watching the athletics at the Commonwealth Games, shows at the Edinburgh Festival suitable for 1 year olds, fabulous fun with much-missed family and more wine than is probably healthy when we all have to get up at 5.30am for the little ones. Even though it’s a long way from the Westcountry, Scotland feels very much like home – can’t wait to be back there again soon.

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So home we are, and back to the lovely day job. More fairs coming up in the next few weeks, and who knows, maybe even the odd new product line. Keep your eyes on the skies Rockhoppers…

 

When craft fairs go bad…

So – new experience for the RT team at the weekend; trying to battle the wind, rain and, yes, THUNDER to take part in what should have been a homage to the traditional village summer fete. (Come to think of it, maybe it was…?!). Anyhow – if you think I’m exaggerating, take a look at this…

 

 

Yes, the Great British Summer looked down on us in Exeter and thought – “d’you know what this outdoor event needs? A good, torrential downpour…”. Or make that three separate downpours and some rumbles of thunder thrown in for good measure. Naturally, these conditions weren’t exactly conducive to achieving high sales (hell, we were just grateful not to be washed away), but it got me thinking – why on earth can’t you get insurance against this kind of thing?? Losses? The cost of driving from Plymouth to Exeter and back again, parking charges (which, incidentally, are astronomical in Exeter), obviously the fee for the table, and then incidental costs incurred in trying to cheer ourselves up whilst sitting, cold and damp for 6 hours (to wit, two large and rather delicious calzones from the food stand a few metres away, 2 very large coffees and countless cupcakes from the cake stall). It won’t come as a surprise to anyone that, due to the lack of people meandering by our stall (they seem to prefer to dash past us on their way to the main event indoors in the Exeter Pheonix – I can’t imagine why…), we didn’t have the most profitable day.

Still – we take these things in our stride, curse at the skies, take a big breath, start planning for the next one (which, incidentally, is on Sunday 6th July at Mount Edgcumbe) and pray to the weather Gods for clemency. After all – we’re a small business and don’t have “Ridiculous and Quite Frankly Unreasonable Weather” insurance. Please have mercy.

 

 

El Blog Espanol

Hola Amigos! Como Esta?

Ummm… una cerveza por favour?

OK, embarrassingly that’s all the Spanish I know. In case it wasn’t already clear, the RT team waved goodbye to the rain and gloom of the UK last week and made for the sunshine and sandy beaches of the South of Spain. (Because it obviously poured with rain the whole time we were away DIDN’T IT???).

And whilst I was sipping Sangria by the pool, watching mini-RT paddle round in a rubber ring, it occurred to me that, obvious stuff like language, weather, and the price of beer aside, the South of England and the South of Spain aren’t so different. Beaches? Yep, we’ve got a few of them. Stunning scenery – si, in abundance. Lovely people – definitely. Laid back attitude? Well they have Manana and we have ‘Dreckly – pretty much the same thing when push comes to shove…

And of course, there’s always the beautiful, locally handcrafted items.  Here’s Mrs RT indulging in a little local shopping (and yes, I did check, they were all “Handmade in Spain”).

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Still – you’ll never find us upping sticks and joining the Ex-Pats community in the Costa Del Sol. The weather may be great, the booze may be cheap and the locals may be friendly (and tolerant of our basterdisation of their mother tongue), but we’re with Dorothy on this one – there’s no place like home.