This past Sunday, ImaginaryDomain and I attended the Rolls Royce of New York-based Springtime craft fairs: Bust Magazine’s Spring Fling Craftacular. Packed like bobbins into the Warsaw, crafty types hawked their wares to young Brooklyn women.
Bust throws these Craftaculars every year in December, at which I generally tend to stock up on pirate stationary and song-bird ornaments. The first year I went, the fair was larger, but still at Warsaw, with vendors filling up every available corner of the venue. The fair last weekend was smaller, leaving the side rooms as a space for breathing, and later for a Prom-themed dance. I didn’t go to that because I can only handle exactly one hipster “Prom” in my entire life (I’m looking at you, Union Pool).
I missed the 2007 Winter Craftacular because, in a total rookie move, I went to the venue’s address in Brooklyn, rather than in Manhattan, where the event was actually taking place. Yes, I’m dumb. Whatever.
Having made it to the fair this time around, I was totally pleased. Upon arrival, I was showered with free swag, cheap drinks, and even cheaper pierogies. And as always, the craft vendors lived up to the most stringent twee standards. My favorite this time around was Brookadelphia, purveyors of really neat acrylic jewelry. I got a BKLYN necklace (duh). Check out their website to see (or buy) more of their pieces. I’m partial to the typography and the antlers.
Brookadelphia: Totally badass.
So, in conclusion, Bust craft fairs always rule, although they are sneaky and switch boroughs all the time. And seriously, boys who like adorable DIY girls should really check this shit out. There were like four men there, one of whom was my boyfriend. Thus, it is the perfect place to meet people with whom you may get your crafty freak on. Unless you’re a straight girl…in which case you may enjoy an alarming variety of twee merchandise to satisfy your estrogen-fueled cravings.


nice. I need a DIY broad to take care of this poisonous batch of elmers in my loins. know what I’m sayin?
no. what’s elmers?
i almost got you a custom-made one that says “soy.”
but unfulfilled presents are better than disappointing realities, so… there you go, my love.