The problem was that our pretty corner booth was on a back aisle facing nothing, the booth next to us was a no-show, and across from us were those aforementioned peed-on looking curtains. It was dark and dreary and incredibly uninviting.  People were turning around in the aisle before even reaching us as, quite frankly, our area was positively sketchy. Unless you like shadowy, creepy back alleys.  Tote-toting buyers in sensible shoes do not apparently. So we decided we needed to move. We called the managers, we called the queen, we called our mothers, and we were, how do you say … blunt. Apparently “moving” your booth in the middle of a show is somewhat of a no-no. It isn’t really done. There are triple union fees to consider, finding an open (and better) space, tearing down and rebuilding walls, overtime restrictions, etc. And frankly, after all the effort we put in to get the booth up and running we didn’t exactly relish the idea of trying to transport it, but what could we do?

Ummm, we’re Foxy Blunt. We moved! And we must say, the people at NSS were incredibly helpful and understanding. They even came in at 6am to help us move those freakishly heavy walls and gave us a brand new cushy carpet. Here’s our new home on day 2:

Isn’t it pretty? Not bad for a last-minute solution.

The big issue was that we designed the booth as a corner, which this spot clearly was not, and so at 6am we needed to fashion a ghetto third wall. (Jen’s sexy carpenter husband is good, but not that good.) So we threw up some foam core and plastered it with quotes from you, our adoring fans! And ooh, what’s that on the left? Some language from our upcoming holiday line? Curious? Ahhh, the anticipation builds …