Nowhere else in Seattle will you find a livelier assortment of clothes, accessories, art, and other handmade treasures. Sure, there are a few dicks who've cross-stitched a sparrow onto a T-shirt and expect you to pay $40 for it, but the cool-to-suck ratio of crafters is remarkably high. Every year, about a week after walking the floor of UCU, I experience a crippling regret for passing on a purchase in the heat of the moment: I swear, if those creepy baby-head salt and pepper shakers are back this time, they will be mine. (Seattle Center Exhibition Hall, 301 Mercer St,, 11 am–5 pm, free)