Where do I start? I wasn't very pleased with what I'd made for the 'Organic Arts' Art Trail at West Town Farm. I had some great ideas, and I'll store them away to be acted on one day, but I ran out of time to manifest anything I was proud of. Anyway, I did exhibit some 'stuff', so I supported Organic Arts, and I did my rota duties. I kept quiet about which work was mine, and when it was quiet I got to do my knitting samples, so I was quite content.
The other venue however I found more traumatic. Whilst I'm completely fine talking to strangers, I'm hopeless at 'selling'. Now being hopeless at selling is one thing when you are trying to sell your own work, but being left with the responsibility of selling someone else's work, hmm, that's much worse! I was so traumatised by it that when I tried to explain to my friend, who didn't really understand as she's quite focused and comfortable with selling, she sent me home and let me off the rest of my duties. She'd rather be on duty on her own than have me moping about, which is completely understandable.
On Monday I went over and cleared away my books, dismantled the gazebo, took down signs and slunk home. I'll see her in a few weeks and I hope we'll still be friends! On the plus side I sold just over £200 worth of books.
Now, less than a week later I have recovered, tidied my workroom and put some extra shelves in....I didn't take any before pictures! The pink jacket on the back of the chair it to be chopped up for book covers
|Oops, a bit blurred, can you see my lovely old press?|
|My desk, with a view of the driveway and garden|
|err..this bit's not so tidy|
spare bed/futon/big pile of stuff corner
|Stack of drying books|
|Cookery books waiting to be repaired|