A while back, we pointed you into the direction of an Etsy Bazaar that went down in Denton. Soon, it’s Ft. Worth that will be getting in on the Etsy action with the second annual Cowtown Indie Bazaar.
We here celebrate the independent spirit of Etsy participants and the indepenent dealers that take part in the sales and craftsy networking. As we walk the aisles of various art exhibits and other bazaar’s we know what we like when we see it. Wish that meant we knew what we were talking about when it comes to such things, but sadly, it often doesn’t. With that in mind, I’m going to let the note that the folks from the Cowtown Indie Bazaar sent us do much of the heavy lifting here…
The free event is produced by volunteer local artisans and will feature handmade goods from the best local artists and crafters in the metroplex, a charitable raffle benefiting Hope Center for Autism, live music, and family-friendly ‘make-and-take’ craft activities.
The vendor list will be announced in late August and will include jewelry, home goods, baby and kids items, unique clothing and accessories, bath and body products, original artwork, eco-friendly items and much more. The indoor event is free to attend, climate controlled, family friendly, and the first 50 attendees will receive a complimentary goody bag filled with handmade items made by the vendors.
This is the third show produced by Etsy Fort Worth, following two successful shows in March of this year and September 2010. The Cowtown Indie Bazaar is produced exclusively by volunteer local artisans as a way to promote the handmade movement within the Fort Worth area.
When: Saturday, October 15, 2011, 9am – 5pm
Where: Roundup Inn, Will Rogers Memorial Center, 3401 West Lancaster, Fort Worth, Texas 76107
I’m one of those people who acknowledge the greatness of Fort Worth but won’t make the paltry 40-mile drive to experience it. I know about the museums and the Stockyards and Bass Hall, but when it comes to actually getting in my car and heading west on 30, well, that’s when the interest wanes. My bad. But recently an antsy kiddo and a full tank of gas were all I needed to turn my reluctance into action.
Our destination was the Fort Worth Water Gardens, where I figured the little one could splash around while I took some sun without having to brave a swimsuit or full immersion. I remember going to the water gardens when I was younger, when getting your feet wet was part of the fun. My youth, however, preceded 2004, when four people drowned while visiting the Philip Johnson-designed fountain. Signs posted at the entrance to the active pool’s stunning and beautiful yet precarious descent are clear about the dangers of getting too close to the water. My squirmy preschooler was undeterred.
We made it down to the bottom without incident, and I relented and let him get down on his stomach on one of the steps and let an arm dangle in the rushing stream. This despite the nagging sensation that people, dry people, were looking at us as if I were letting him juggle knives. That exercise exhausted, we clambered back to the top and perched on one of the ledges that look down on the gentle slope of the tiered structure. A bride was having her portrait taken, and I marveled at the logistics of lugging camera and light equipment down to the bottom and the absurdity of the bride sweltering in full-on wedding getup. Even with this distraction, the boy was insistent on having a body part wet. He went from dangling his feet in the water to sitting snugly in the topmost corner, where the water flows down to the layers below. It wasn’t long before a well-meaning gentleman approached and reminded me that four people had died when they slipped from these same ledges to the churning deathtrap below. I thanked him and took my leave. The little one was assuaged with the promise of a trip to the spray-ground, but I assured him we would return to the water gardens. Next time, though, we’ll keep it legit.