Well Glastonbury, despite battling the elements in
tremendous mud, you never fail to disappoint. What a whirlwind, we packed up the
van that fateful morning bright eyed and bushy tailed and loaded what was quite
frankly an obscene amount of cargo in, ready to arm the festivals goers with
their vibrant and vivacious armour. Among the calamity we had to squeeze our
brand new 14ft sign into our poor little bull nosed beauty that was already
bursting at the seams. But wow was this
sign a sight to behold; we are talking all the bells and whistles, neon paint,
rainbows and custom fittings!
If we were naive enough to believe that this was just a chaotic start to our adventure at Glastonbury, boy were we wrong... When we arrived at the grand time of 7.30pm on Monday evening it was a sea of frantic festival goers trying desperately to push their mud riddled vehicles through the soggy terrain, while the roads were being blocked left right and centre. I become solemn, why oh why had I let myself bury my wellies in the depths of the vans underbelly.
If we were naive enough to believe that this was just a chaotic start to our adventure at Glastonbury, boy were we wrong... When we arrived at the grand time of 7.30pm on Monday evening it was a sea of frantic festival goers trying desperately to push their mud riddled vehicles through the soggy terrain, while the roads were being blocked left right and centre. I become solemn, why oh why had I let myself bury my wellies in the depths of the vans underbelly.
When we finally rolled onto the pitch we managed to get the van stranded right in the middle of it, with lots of generous support from other civilians we managed to move off of the pitch, only to have another car drive straight on and claim it was there spot! We couldn’t coax them out of our pitch until a market trader officer came and allocated her our neighbouring spot. Then, just to take the biscuit, we had to push her out of our stall position and couldn’t start unloading the van till 9pm!
Unfortunately only one member of the fabulous team was
available to come and set up with me, so it was lucky she was devoted to the crooked
cause because it appeared we’d need all the help we could get! We needed to
protect our beautiful garments and our beautiful customers from the sodden,
waterlogged ground; I spoke sweetly to a tractor passing with bark chipping
and moved a mound with my bare hands, all in an effort to soak up the water on
our pitch and give us solid ground to work on. By the time we got started on
hoisting up the enormous steel framework, the daylight hours had descended and
we were left in the dark. Luckily for Sarah and I we had help from some lovely
neighbours in launching the canvas over the top, by this point our limbs were
achy, our buns were tighter and we were ready to get some well needed beauty
sleep.
When we had risen from our tents the next morning we were on a mission
to get everything looking dapper in time for the arrival of the first festival
goers. We spent the day juggling activities; we needed to dress the stand with
displays and lights as well as varnishing the new hefty new sign. Although this sounds simple we worked again
till the late twilight hours, the tasks had become complicated as we had to
varnish the sign in stages to allow for drying, re-coating and avoiding the rain
(Mother Nature did not seem to be on our side).
However, when we finished at 5pm the next day an overwhelming flurry of
pride surged through me, my efforts had not been in vain and I was ready to
embrace Glasto with open arms.
I wasn’t sure whether this new found feeling of elation was because we
had finished (with great success) the strenuous task of the set up, because I
was pumped to see all the great acts or because I could finally sport my
favourite festival attire. Despite the troubling weather conditions this year
would be no exception, I gave it my all and dressed up in printed jumpsuits,
insane headdresses and feathers galore.
Is a festival without glitter a festival at all
Is a festival without glitter a festival at all
But ultimately there is one reason people of all kinds flock to
Glastonbury every year, and it’s for the music, that’s what it’s all about.
People of all walks of life coming together to share an experience, that’s
pretty beautiful. My musical highlights were Elle
King, Christine and the Queens and Beck; Adele was of course pitch perfect and
even Coldplay surprised me. Despite not being a huge Coldplay fan (apologies
for the unpopular opinion), they’d handed out LED wristbands to the masses
prior to their performance and the result was spectacular. They had manage to
create a sensational light show in the great outdoors, with flashing lights
pumping to the music as far as the eye could see.
My stand was in the circus field right next to the
big top, this was marvellous as I could spend my time off watching the trapeze
acts and popping in to see the sequins at Rosa Bloom. In true festival
tradition I would meander in and set up camp with a fold up chair and a cider.
Despite my efforts to absorb all the incredible acts, the weeks of hard work
and preparation had finally caught up with me and I would often find myself
dozing, enjoying the time off my feet after sitting down for the first time in
well over eight hours! Everything had started to take its toll on me and my
days were being spent on spot cleaning garments due to it being the wettest Glastonbury
on record! Any-time a garment fell off
it'd hanger, was dropped or stepped on when trying on, it needed to be cleaned,
which was boring and tedious at times, but I had fully committed myself to
offering fabulous, spunky festival wear to the masses, and if this is what it
took then so be it.