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Ouch my feet, my back, my head, my eyes.....what a festival! I hear it was chaos behind the scenes but out front the people were LOVING this incredible event. Here is my story from arrival onwards..... Wednesday 11th: Set off in well packed hire van (huge thing, long wheel base) on my own with directions and got there no problem...the beautiful site of Goodwood Estate. Met Judy Berger the curator, she is fantastic and by Sunday I was calling her 'me Judy' Ali G style. I set up the camp for me and boys and Amy, 2 bell tents and a gazebo thing for us all to sleep eat and change in (we even had a rail for our outfits and shoes were all laid out ready for selecting....thing is I hardly had time to get changed...). By then it was 5 pm and I though I may as well start on setting up the stand as I still had energy to burn...after a four hour stint fitting my rails and tables in and hanging my red velvet ruched fabric over the walls I was pooped so had a glass of wine with Victoria Vintage and then fell asleep laughing at Victoria muttering in her tiny tent about her head and face were touching the flysheet.
Thursday 12th: Showered, make up, dressed in little pink 1920s summer dress and old little brown leather boots and off to set out stock and have a look around. Drove the van onto the site again for last bit of unloading and parked outside my stand...was just unlacing the marquee when I heard someone shout my name, looked around and the van was rolling on its own down the field, I chased it as fast as I could swearing my head off as it just missed the classic vintage cars and huge sculptures set up and then it smashed into a post holding up the festival lights...the bumper was finished off, I was shaking like a leaf. The goodwood team came and helped me get off the post and pull off bumper, one of them even gave me a hug, then I moved it, put the handbrake on PROPERLY and got on with setting up...after phoning a garage to book in putting a new bumper on on Monday morning....there is a £500 excess on the hire van insurance...personally I think it was the handbrakes fault but we wont go into that. The rest of Thursday went like a dream and my stand looked nearly ready by the time the boys and Amy arrived in the evening. We took a walk around the site and found an airstream caravan selling cocktails, so beautifully done out with a marble bar and lights...
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Friday the 13th and I was feeling confident that I had my bad luck on the van incident Thursday but I WAS WRONG. I was very early 6 am into the showers, spent a long time grooming and then tried to leave the block only to find I was locked in...no one around either so I had to boot the door hard and shout out of the tiny window (standing on the bin) "Help! LEt me out!" Finally s woman came along and got security to free me, I am sad to say that after probably only 20 minutes in a locked room I cried!! I would be useless in jail. Once ready in black crochet 1960s dress and high heels (Amy wore my Ossie Clark top and got papped!) We opened on time and ready with lots of bottle of Prosecco to share with customers and were over whelmed by the amount of people, mainly women, all looking amazing in various outfits from 1930s - 1980s...lots of my London customers came by for a drink and a shop and all in all we had a fantastic day selling like mad and getting too drunk to call it work...the boys did not get a look in that day and had to spend it on the half pipe (yes there was a skate park there!) and eating chips while me and Amy talked our heads off and sold tons of dresses and hats...that evening we were too tired to go out and I had a hangover from drinking in the daytime so went to bed...Saturday and Sunday were a blur really, it was not like the lovely vintage fairs where there is plenty of time IT WAS MANIC and so busy I started to get a bit stressed...luckily Amy was there to make me laugh and sort out the stall while I went for a wonder and watched my little boy on his scooter doing incredible stunts at the ramps...I hardly saw him all weekend. We managed to go dancing at the Warehouse rave arena on Saturday and then to see Norman Jay at the Soul Casino, thanks to my amazing MUM who came to babysit and help on the stall!! In bed by 3 am and then no blimming sleep cos the campsite was noisy with all the revellers....Pearl and Daisy Lowe came and bought a few dresses on Sunday night after their fashion show, wished I had seen it as it sounded brilliant...then somehow I found the energy to pack up all the stock and take down all the red velvet drapes and get some sleep....so glad to be home but what a weekend! More photos coming soon from my Mum - Thanks Mum xx
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