The Marketplace

Well, I did it, my first craft show is under my belt. I’m proud of myself and my wares! The Marketplace was on the rough side of the town of Hamilton … I don’t really know why the organizers decided to hold it there. It was set up in the parking lot of a park. There were nine vendors selling farm goods – produce, honey, baked pies, etc. And there were four artisans, including myself. We were set up along the perimeter of the farmers. There was a woman there selling artwork, a potter selling coffee mugs, and a gal selling plush items and coffee cozies. She was super swell – check her out on Etsy here. She was so nice.

It was really super hot setting up my table and A., you’ll be happy to note that I did, indeed, get fried. My shoulders and arms were quite red. I’ll have to put sunscreen on my list next time. Anyway, the atmosphere of the Marketplace was fun and festive, but also a little creepy. Because it’s in a rough part of the neighborhood, there were some questionable people there. Lots of partially clothed men. Gross, greasy men. They’d come up to my table, stink me out with their wretched body odor, grunt at my stuff, then walk away. There were also a bunch of super sweet people though. I got a lot of compliments on my stuff, and a lot of people asked me if I were coming back to the Marketplace next week so they could bring money next time. I’ll be back there June 26. So maybe next time I’ll have even more sales. Speaking of sales, I sold four items: two pendants and two pairs of earrings. That isn’t a lot, but, it’s more than I have ever sold in a day on Etsy, so I consider it a success.
I bought a canopy too! The woman selling artwork had her canopy for sale for $10, so I snatched it up. So next time I’ll be in the shade, thank goodness. More than a few times I was worried that I was going to pass out. The heat index was 96!
I have some pictures:

This is the canopy that I bought:

At the very end of the evening this was our entertainment: senior citizens dancing the hula. I hope that when I’m 85 I’m so confident in myself that I can wear the ugliest dress known to man and dance in front of complete strangers, not caring that my flabby arms and liver spots are out there for all to see. Don’t get me wrong, it was sweet, and I admire their enthusiasm, but it was also a bit embarrassing to watch.

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