So I've been producing these bags like a crazy bag obsessed lady for a while now. Every time I see my friends I have a different bag, obviously for road testing reasons- to make sure the stitching, strap etc is long enough; not just because I have fallen in love with the latest scrap of fabric and creation from it. I decided to have a shot at selling them. I have listed them on etsy and folksy (check them out! (Please)), but nothing beats people being able to pick them up and have a good look. My photographic skills aren't up to enough yet to be able to capture them as I like to see them.
Anyway I sat in a cold hall, with quite a lot of other cold stall holders and waited...and waited...and waited.
To be fair, it wasn't what you'd call busy. In fact it was a long way from what you'd call busy. My dad helpfully told me that everyone was going on holiday today, so they were all obviously sat on the motorway, not visiting craft fairs. If it wasn't for my dear friend who gave up her morning to come with me, I would quite possibly have suffered a severe case of boredom. As it was, we were getting to the stage of writing a list of things to do at a craft fair. Game of porn I spy anyone? Her suggestion not mine!!
But I did sell my first bag to a member of the general public, my first sale to someone I don't actually know, so that has to be a good thing. And I also got some good ideas of what to do next time. Bags for boys. Hmmm..
Came home to my nearly finished kitchen. One more day with the electrician and we're in. I've already got things in cupboards, as the cupboards are disappearing from kitchen number one.
And this is what hubby looks like after a long morning with the girls!
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