Event Report: Made in Nerdwaukee Tent Sale

Back in March I vended at TINY HANDS craft show to benefit Planned Parenthood.  It was a great experience, not only for the money I made, but because I had forgotten how empowering it can be to spend time with artists and crafters who are passionate about their work.  Most conventions I vend at I’m often stuck in the booth, so I don’t get much time to chat with other vendors, and often the other vendors are reselling mass produced items.  So there’s not a lot of opportunities for me to soak in the creative vibes that come from being surrounded by makers.

I made a note in my journal that I wanted to find more geek-friendly craft fairs to vend at.  This led me to the Made in Nerdwaukee Tent Sale hosted by 42 Ale House.  This is the third Made in Nerwaukee event 42 Ale House has hosted.  Last year they had the tent sale and then a Christmas event, all featuring crafters from the area.  From what I had heard from the grapevine, it was a good, low-key craft fair with the added benefit of being hosted by a bar so one had accesses to alcoholic refreshment.

While I love travelling to Milwaukee because I get to hang out with fellow crafter and friend, Moira, this trip was special.  For the first time I allowed myself to get excited about vending.  Where before I was always riddled with guilt about either dragging my family along with me, or leaving them behind, I had finally decided to embrace the fact that this is my job.  Not only that, but this is a job I enjoy and having fun with what I do is not something to be ashamed about.

I spent the three days before heading out on prep work instead of my usual frantic hustle to get one last skirt or bag done.  I made signage and worked on displays and crafted little sewing gnomes and skull carrying unicorns.  Most importantly, I actively worked on keeping my anxiety levels low, and my anticipation of having a good time high.

Cross Stitch Signs
An example of the signage I worked up for Nerdwaukee. I really like the simplicity of the sign, and it does go along with my evolving booth aesthetic.

Come Saturday I was up, showered and dressed, and had the Jeep packed by 7:45 am, a minor miracle around these parts.  A quick stop for caffeine and breakfast saw me on the road by 8:00.  I headed up to Milwaukee blasting Electric Six, and letting my phone’s GPS guide my way.

I love road trips.  I grew up in Wyoming where they are necessary for everything from visiting relatives to getting groceries.  Driving I-94 from Chicago to Milwaukee isn’t the same as a stretch of US-20 between Worland and Cody.  It’s not without it’s charms, though.

Made in Nerdwaukee was thoroughly charming.  Moira’s booth was to the right of me.  To the left was Copper Chicken run by Nichole, who makes wonderfully geeky pillows.  I also finally met Michelle of Crafted in the flesh after a year or more of knowing about her through Moira.  Sitting in shady tent, sipping on a cider and chatting with customers was the perfect way to spend a Saturday.  I was even introduced to a Wisconsin staple—cheese curds—making this event peak Milwaukee for me.

Made in Nerdwaukee Display
A pared down set up at Nerdwaukee. I still managed to fit pouches, wallets, usb holders, keychains, dice bags, skirts and scarves into a 5″ x 5″ space.

One of the highlights of the day was chatting with a lesbian couple about making some pieces for their wedding.  They are planning costumed nuptials with one dressing as Morticia Addams.  The more I say I am not a wedding sewist, the more the Universe keeps challenging me on that, it seems.

Mildred at Nerdwaukee
MIldred donned a scarf, bag and skirt for the day. I’m considering making a belt to hang bags off here at future events.

In between sales patter and actual sales, I worked on an embroider project.  This piece isn’t for anything, it was just something to keep me occupied when traffic was slow.  I find working on a project is better than screwing around on my phone; it saves on the battery, too.

Embroidered Project
Had some fabric, needle and floss, and a hoop in my booth bin (as you do) so I worked on this creature between chatting with customers.

As I have for the last few events, I made slightly more than my goal.  Since I changed the way I calculate what my target is I have met and/or exceeded it every time*.  So I take that to mean I am doing something right.

This was my first event since April and I’ve realized I have to have one every four to six weeks.  Longer gaps between shows means I end up with very lean weeks.  The nice thing about Nerdwaukee was that I didn’t spend any money on creating inventory.  I took only what I had on hand.  That plus the low cost of the booth meant it was a good filler event between major ones.  If I can find more of these kinds of craft fairs, it would mean greater financial stability.

At the end of the day Moira introduced me to a Polish buffet.  We ate potato pancakes and perogies and plotted our next adventures.  I headed home full and happy and singing till I was hoarse to “Improper Dancing.”  The night ended with a glass of blackberry whiskey before bed.

This is it: the contentment that I have been fighting for for years.  A day of happiness with what I do.  I still have issues: financial, mental and emotional. There is so much more work I have to do, this is just a pit stop on the road.


*My old calculation for events was Number of Expected Attendees × Number of Cents Per Attendee.  Both numbers were volatile, dependent upon my ability to accurately estimate how many people would be at an event and then adjusting the cents/attendee to the kind of event I was vending at.

My new calculation is Event Expenses (booth fee, travel expenses, etc.) + (# of hours of the event × $20).

True Tales From Conventions: Touching Myself

The first convention I vended at was ICC 2008.  I had driven out to Detroit with a box full of scarves and bags.  I was nervous as hell: I was getting divorced, I had been out of the job market for four years, 2008 was … well 2008, and I was unsure how I was going to support myself and my daughter.

I spent the weekend sitting at a table with my friend Sarah B, taking a crash course in how to vend.  I learned first hand about the weird, frantic energy that comes with interacting with a lot of people in a small space.  Add in not enough food, not enough rest, not enough breaks and you get the following:

roach (talking to a customer about a scarf): Yes, I love the tactile nature of the material.  You just can’t help but touch yourself when you wear it.

Sarah B: roach!  (Sarah B physically inserts herself between roach and the customer and sends roach to the corner to sew beads on bags.)

The moral of the story is: always have a friend who is willing to intervene when your filter comes loose.

2015: The Year of Slightly Less Poverty

So 2015 was supposed to be the year I returned to sewing and started living a more creative life.

How did that work out?

More or less okay.  I overestimated how well I was, thinking that my mental health was fine now that I was on medication. That wasn’t really the case, though.  I spent most of 2015 battling my anxiety, at times unable to leave the house.  Since I was working from home, that wasn’t a deal breaker.  But it made getting supplies, sending off packages and the like more difficult.  Not impossible, but requiring a greater amount of scheduling and having things go right.

The depression was a bigger problem to contend with.  It would sap me of motivation and energy.  Coupled with the insomnia, I had to fight for every productive moment for the first half of the year.  It has only been in the last two months that I have found myself more often stable than not.

On the financial front, things fared about the same.  My grand plans for a limited number of large conventions hit speed bumps.  Two of them costing me money.  Those pretty much knocked the wind out of me economically speaking.  It’s only been in the last month that I have caught up on my bills.

But you aren’t here for value updates on how the year went.  You want the nitty gritty.  Just how much money did I make on this quest to earn a living by my creative endeavors?

When it is all said and done I made a gross income of $3,858.86.  My expenses equaled $3,976.53.  So my year ended in the red by about $120.  Up until I paid for my Anime Midwest booth I was in the black for six months of the year, though.  Not great, but not catastrophic.

How did I make my money?

Commissions $1,185.00
Etsy Sales $759.21
Direct Sales* $1,475.50
Other** $407.46

With that $120 in the hole sitting there, the question some might ask is: Why are you going to keep this up in 2016?  I’m asking a different question: Having made almost $1,500 in convention and direct sales with two awful events as part of the mix, how much more could I earn vending at two larger, more established events this year.


* The include sales at conventions as well as sales to people who contacted me directly rather than through Etsy.

** Stuff sold on E-bay, E-book formatting work, etc.

At the Pr0n Show: Vending at Exxxotica

The man in my booth is serenading his Real Doll.  It’s hard to hear him over the music from the dance floor/strip show next to us, but I can make out the lyrics to “Something Good“.  He strokes the doll’s cheek, and his voice falters with emotion. I’m smiling as politely as I can.  When he looks up at me at the end of the song, I can see he recognizes my discomfort.  I get the feeling he’s used to this: people disturbed by the affection he shows an inanimate object.  “Thank you,” he tells me, and then he gingerly maneuvers the wheelchair his doll rests in out of the booth.

I want to tell him that I get it; that I understand passions that aren’t mainstream.  I come from science fiction fandom and I know the isolation that singular interests can bring.  But my feet ache from seven hours standing on a concrete floor.  And my kindness has withered under the disappointment of only twenty-eight dollars in sales.  It is 11:45 PM Friday night at Exxxotica, a three-day “adult” event, and I’m six hours into the realization that I made a big mistake.


A week ago I got a text from Steve, asking if I was interested in a booth at an event the following weekend.  I’d met Steve back in March at Fan Fest, where he had said my custom corsetry work would be popular at Exxxotica.  I had been non-committal,  he had taken my card, and I had completely forgotten about him.  After the Fan Fest fiasco, I was leery of committing to another event I had no experience with, so I did some research before calling him.  According to Wikipedia, the events had been running since 2006 and the first Chicago show drew 26,500 attendees.  So, not a brand new show, and seemingly good attendance.  On the phone I asked Steve how many attendees they expected and he said twenty thousand was their average.  Even if I did less than the fifty cents per attendee that I can usually expect from shows, it would be a good chunk of change.

Steve also offered to charge me $400 for the booth rather than the usual $1000 for a small vendor booth.  He was willing to cut me a deal, he said, since he knew I was a small, commission-based seamstress.  “By the way,” he added once I had agreed, “don’t tell the other vendors what you paid.  It’s a special deal for you and they’d be upset for paying full price.”


Friday morning Stephan dropped me off at the Donald E. Stephens Convention Center to set up.  We’d decided he would take the day off to stay with the kids.  Unwilling to pay for a baby-sitter and unable to get help* I’d be working this event alone.  I whittled the booth accouterments to a bare minimum.  I had a rack of bustles, some bags and chainmail jewelry.  The main thrust of the booth, however, was going to be Mildred and Alphonse modelling corsets.

Never having attended an “adult” convention, I had no idea what to expect in terms of other vendors.  Some met my, admittedly limited, imaginings: sex toy booths, lingerie, a couple of other corset vendors.  Some were surprising but understandable: vape vendors, a cigar booth, several destination vacation booths.  And some of the vendors were confusing: a scented candle booth, a tent selling shoe inserts, an artist selling glass blown vases.  The floor had a flea market feel.

My neighbors were a gay couple selling vintage porn (which included several boxes of VHS tapes with hand-written labels).  Across the way was a booth for a gentleman’s club as well as the performer RubberDoll.  During set up I listened to a playlist I had put together for the event.  I was a bit keyed up, a bit stressed by being out and about and alone in a completely unfamiliar environment.  On the other side of me they tested the sound system for the stage, which involved cranking the volume on the music to eleven every thirty seconds.

By the time Mr. Serenade makes his impromptu performance, I have hit full-blown disappointment mode.  The traffic all night has been underwhelming, nowhere near the crush I would expect for an even that draws more than twenty thousand visitors.  This is supposed to be the busiest time, as well, since Friday night is “Ladies Get In Free”.  By then I’ve gotten used to the sight of nipple-less breasts**.  My throat hurt from shouting over the music.  A drunk woman grabbed my phone, got onto Facebook and sent herself a friend request from me.  I quickly cancelled the request once she had left the booth.

I headed home at 12:30 AM, exhausted, in pain and near tears.  Jerk Brain was having a field day letting me know what a horrible mistake I had made.  My usual tactic of dealing with it wasn’t working.  It hammered on and on about all the ways I was stupid and lazy and inadequate.  I may have given up if I hadn’t come home to find that Stephan and set out a glass of wine and chocolate for me.  I hadn’t texted him all day, not wanting to dump my disappointment on him, but somehow he knew and he had done what he could for me.  I told myself that Saturday would be better and went to bed.


If Friday had been a tragedy, Saturday was a comedy of errors.  Forty-five minutes after opening, on of the A.C. units caught fire, sending us out of the building.  Standing in the roundabout, I watched the crowd, about a couple hundred strong, most of them vendors, talent and event workers.  The talent, women in costume, had taken to posing for pictures.  Vloggers walked around with cellphones on selfie-sticks, video cameras, even laptops, taking video of the crowd and reporting.  The rest of us sweated in the muggy heat.

Eventually we were let back in.  Saturday traffic was even slower than the night before.  I broke out my cross-stitch and answered questions from passersby like “Where is the bathroom?” and “Do you know where Ron Jeremy is?”  An hour after coming back in the roof sprung a leak, sending a cascade of rain water into my booth and the neighbors.  All of my work escaped unshowered, the vintage porn was not so lucky.

Steve stopped by to check in on me.  “There is no way there are twenty thousand people here,” I said in an uncharacteristic moment of confrontation.

“Well, that’s over three days …” Steve launched into a meandering list of excuses why attendance might be down, including:

  • The fire alarm scaring people off
  • the rain
  • all the other events going on that weekend
  • that the twenty thousand number always includes vendors and talent

What he never once mentioned, and what I wouldn’t find out until Sunday,w as the main reason for the lack of people: the event had been moved up a month.  eventually he wound down and finished with “I can’t make people buy things.”

“You sure as hell can’t when there aren’t any people around to begin with.” (I have no idea where this new found ability to call people out on their shit to their face, but if was scary and awesome at once.)

“Well, I don’t know what we could do, maybe offer you a free booth for next year.”  I think I actually laughed at him at this point.  I did tell him that I wouldn’t be coming back based on my experience this year.  He left then, never to be seen again, at least by me.

At this point I felt comfortable enough asking what the other vendors paid for their space.  Every single one of them had the same answer: $400, a special deal for them that wasn’t offered to anyone else.  The vendors and attendees who had been at previous years all said the same thing: this was the smallest, sparsest Exxxotica any of them had seen.  Most of the vendors admitted they’d be lucky if they broke even.

Driving home Jerk Brain wasn’t content with the fact that everyone was having a horrible convention.  I should have known that something was up when Steve offered me such a deal on the booth so close to the show date.  Once again I had taken a chance and I had failed.


Sunday dawned overcast and humid.  I got more work done on my cross-stitch.  A guy yelled at me to “Smile” and I imagined turning him into a corset.  I talked to more vendors where I learned about the date change.  To save money on the event space they had moved Exxxotica from July to June.  When the move was done, I don’t know, but clearly it had a negative effect on the entire show.

If I had known about the date change I would not have gotten a booth. In the end I made back half of my costs.  It’s better than nothing, but it feels like failure and Jerk Brain is now working overtime.

I was planning on Wizard World Chicago, but after Fan Fest and after talking to other vendors, I don’t think it would be a good event for me.  Which means I am done for 2015.  I will start looking at 2016 now.  Perhaps C2E2 or ACEN will answer e-mails if I contact them.  Maybe I’ll apply for an artist booth at GenCon.  And there’s always Midwinter.  That’s for next week, though.  This week is recovery, cleaning up the workshop, and resisting the temptation to eat all the Pop Tarts in the house.


*I had a couple of friends who considered helping, but eventually couldn’t because they were worried about pictures being posted online.  Another friend was okay with that, but I ended up telling him I’d do it on my own because I didn’t feel comfortable exposing him to the risk.  I don’t care what pictures of me are out there, and I understand that others have different levels of comfort for where their image shows up, so I was prepared to be on my own this time.

**The irony that nipples have to be covered at the adult show is only eclipsed by the fact that guys could walk around nipples out all weekend long.  Some women had fancy, glittery pasties.  Others used bandages or even flesh colored coverings which brought to mind mastectomy scars.  By the end of the weekend I was boobed out.

Convention Report: Wizard World Fan Fest

I want to be able to report that we headed into Wizard World Fan Fest like gangbusters and came out swaddled in a warm Snuggie made out of cash.  Alas, that is not the case.

The weekend started off great.  Stephan and I headed into the city Friday morning to set up.  We were hyped up on caffeine and sugar (and no sleep on my part).  Set up was super easy.  We got there before most of the other artists and got to drive right into the show floor.  Between the two of us we got everything ready in a couple of hours and we headed back home in good spirits.  It was pretty much all down hill from there.

Viking Dad hard at work
The Viking Dad hard at work at Fan Fest. He had a few on site commissions Saturday.

When deciding on shows to vend at, you look at a lot of factors: attendance, timing, who is running the show, cost.  With Fan Fest, I knew I was going into a brand new show—it was originally supposed to be the Bruce Campbell Horror Fest, but Bruce Campbell had to pull out—but I figured that Wizard World wouldn’t have gone ahead with the show if they didn’t think people were going to come.  And with it being in Rosemont, it meant we wouldn’t have to travel, pay for a hotel, etc.  With all that in mind (and after looking up the average attendance for other Wizard World shows) I went into the weekend with what I figured was a respectable expected sales figure in mind.

We didn’t even make a tenth of that.  In fact we lost money on this show.  It’s been years since I’ve lost money on an event.  I’ve broken even, or made less than I was expecting in gross sales.  But to lose money?  On a local show?  The attendance just wasn’t there.  I was assured by both our booth neighbors that the Wizard World Comic Con in August sees ten times as many attendees, and has four times as many vendors.  But I also heard that Wizard world has expanded their events so much over the last couple of years that vendors are feeling the effects and sales are down.

Rich Kunz
One of our booth neighbors, Rich Kunz, from www.diligentvisual.com, was upbeat and helpful all weekend long.
Brian E. Baity
Brian E. Baity, of The Creation Crib, our other booth neighbor had very positive energy.

None of that is really helpful knowledge now.

It’s hard not to feel discouraged.  I spent so much of my energy trying to remain positive leading up to Fan Fest that I don’t have much energy to combat the disappointment.  I am back to questioning the feasibility of my plan.  Jerk Brain keeps telling me that if I were smarter I would have anticipated this; if I weren’t lazy I would have researched more.

In struggling to find some sort of silver lining, I look to the time Stephan and I spent in the booth.  We had a good time with each other.  And when things started to get really bleak on Sunday, he made me a necklace in hopes of cheering me up.  Our booth neighbors were awesome and had lots of encouragement for us.  I saw some very cool and clever cosplay.  And I did have really cute convention hair on Saturday.

Also on the plus side, we won’t have to make up as much inventory for the next show in a couple of months.  Well, I won’t.  So far nearly every piece of chainmail jewelry Stephan has made has been bought.  So he might have to slave over some cold aluminum links for the next few weeks.

Cute Convention Hair
The best part of the convention was spending time with Stephan. Second best was my hair on Saturday.

Operation Overflow

There’s a mermaid who swims laps in the local rec center. I see her some mornings when Stephan and I sit in the hot tub. I’ve never felt the need to engage her in conversation, to ask her name, or compliment the green of her tail. I just appreciate her presence, the little boost of magic it gives to the rest of the day.

I feel the same way about our morning visits to the rec center’s gym. Or, more precisely, I feel that way after our visits.  Getting there is a struggle: the cold, the morning, the constant reminder of things to be done, they all work against me making the trip.  Stephan goes most days, taking Ben along so he can take advantage of the free childcare on site.  When I do make it, though, I am always happy that I did.

We have a week to go until Wizard World’s Fan Fest.  It’s our proof of concept convention: where we will peddle our wares to a larger audience than before.  We’re excited and nervous and scrambling to take care of the final details.  In all the hustle and the bustle it would be easy to loose sight of why we are doing this.  I’ve been there before, so wrapped up in getting to the convention that self-doubt gains a foothold when I’m not looking.  The next thing I know I’m heading to the event convinced I’m going to fail.  It’s a mindset that not only undermines my ability to sell, but it makes me miserable the entire time.

To combat those negative thoughts and feelings I’ve adopted a new strategy: Operation Overflow.  The idea is it fill our lives with so much joy and positivity there’s no room for negativity to flourish.  I have made an effort to concentrate on what is going right in our lives, to keep the house lit with candles and clean and good smelling, to feed us food that is good and warm.

It takes a concentrated effort to remain positive, while also working to get ready.  It’s an effort that has paid off so far.   The atmosphere in our home has been relaxed and happy.  We’re looking forward to the event, rather than dreading the looming deadline.  Even facing uncertainty as to whether this plan will work or not, our confidence has grown.

Over the next couple of days, should I lose that positive state of mind, I’ll head over to the rec center and watch the mermaid swim.

Making it Work: January Earnings

I promised I would make it a regular thing to blog about how much, or more accurately, how little we’re making from our creative endeavors.  To that end, I present the report on our January earnings.

Etsy Sales $26.42
E-book Royalties $1.73
Midwinter Convention $284.47
Total $312.62

The numbers reflect our net earnings.  In the case of Etsy sales that means less shipping and various selling fees.  With regards to Midwinter, the net takes into account expenses for the booth, for getting to the convention, hotel costs, etc.  On the plus side, we made almost three times what we did in December.  On the down side, no one is getting rich off of this.  I’d say we shouldn’t quit our day jobs, but …

We are closer to our goal of getting a new fan for the Jeep, though, almost halfway there.  And we have a convention coming up in March that promises to be more lucrative.  We’re only a month into this whole grand scheme, so I can’t really say if sticking to one or two large conventions a year is feasible.  We may have to add in more events, or I might have to open up to commissions again.  Or, we might have to put in a better effort to market our books, and finish the one that is in the works.

I did add a page to this site for e-book design services.

As always, we continue on.  February is the shortest month and we’re making the most of it that we can.  I’ll keep updating our monetary progress as the year unwinds.

 

The Viking Dad Midwinter Gaming Convention Re-cap

So, you’ve seen the shield-maiden’s report of the Midwinter Gaming Convention held this past weekend in Milwaukee.  Now it’s my turn.

First things first, I recall attending this convention 4 years ago, a few weeks before Benjamin was born.  In fact, we incorporated that into the characters we played since the shield-maiden was very obviously pregnant.  It was a great time and even though we were utterly new, we were greeted warmly and treated to a warm welcome.  That first experience, four years ago, is the main reason we continue to return.  It’s how conventions should be run and they hit it on the head.

As the name suggests, this is a gaming oriented convention and that said, I did get to partake of one of the LARP events.  It was a great deal of fun and is one of the past times that I fully enjoy, but was only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to why this convention rocked!

I mentioned above the welcoming and accepting atmosphere at the convention.  No matter what your flavor of gaming, all were welcomed.  The convention and volunteer staff was helpful and friendly, there were a ton of things to do from video gaming to table top role-playing  to board gaming to collectible card gaming.  From live action to full contact immersion, there was something for everyone.  I can’t count the number of “Wows” I felt and uttered at this convention.

Ben versus the Bustle
Ben wanted to try on one of the bustles, but without a booty or hips, it didn’t really stay on.

I spent some time in the booth, but with the addition of two booth helpers, I got to spend time off on my own for a bit, or with Benjamin (trying on various wares to model as seen in the picture above), or (most importantly) with the shield-maiden, enjoying the convention.

The shield-maiden and I in costume, ready for Changeling: the Lost
The shield-maiden and I in costume, ready for Changeling: the Lost

I can’t stress enough the importance of having an accepting or welcoming atmosphere.  In relation to other conventions, and I’ve been to quite a few gaming conventions, this one is the best by far.  Let me show you an example of comparison:

October of 2009, the shield-maiden and I went to a convention (as our honeymoon) in Atlanta.  It was a national convention for the then titled Camarilla (now known as the Mind’s Eye Society).  We vended at that one as well and the first thing we noticed was that the vendor’s hall was tucked far away from any of the “action”.  This really limited foot traffic and for the number of attendees, the space was a fraction of the size that Midwinter had for its Vendor’s Hall.

I mean, the gaming track wasn’t that bad… I just wasn’t “wowed”, until the night game of Changeling: the Lost, which was the main thing both the shield-maiden and I were looking forward to playing. We were both very excited about it and she had spent the entire day working in the cramped vendor’s room on her feet with the hopeful expectation of the both of us getting to play this game together.

We get food, we eat, we change and then head down to the room that the game is being held at to find the doors locked. We knock, we hear people inside, but no one is coming to open it.  We knock louder and then an ST from a different game comes to us and says we can’t go in.  When asked why, he says that the doors locked at a particular time and after than no one else was allowed to enter.

Now, I should preface this with that the locking of the doors was not mentioned anywhere in the programming guide (because if it had, we would have been there at that time). It was something that, apparently, they had just decided upon.

So there we were, in full costume (which by the way, the shield-maiden glued sea shells to her face, so you know that our costuming was extensive) being told that we were out of luck.  We voiced our concern that this wasn’t right, but he said that there’s nothing he could do.

Needless to say we were very put off by this.  Not ones to sit idly by, we voiced our concerns to the Event Staff.   We were blown off with the words (paraphrasing), “Not my problem”.

That is an example of how NOT to do a convention.  Midwinter Gaming Convention was on the complete other side of the spectrum.  They have grown, steadily, each year and by being inclusive of all aspects of gaming, I believe, will see that trend continue.

So, to the staff of the Midwinter Gaming Convention, I salute you.  Well done and I look forward to many happy returns.

The shield-maiden and I in costume, ready for Changeling: the Lost
Awesome venue, awesome game, awesome job Midwinter Gaming Convention!