Market day

So today was market day. Carrie and I got to the market at about 7 am to set up. It was a really cold morning - as I drove down Limestone Avenue, I saw the thick frost on the ground and thought "Crap, I hope I'm going to be warm enough".

We were all set up by about 8.30. The market officially starts at 10 am, but we had our first sales a little after 9. Luckily we'd had time to get coffee before those people arrived, or it could have turned ugly - an uncaffeinated, tired, cold Michelle is not good! Here's what our stall looked like before it was decimated by yarn-hungry knitters and crocheters. (The scarves at the back aren't ours - they are another stall's.)



And here's the lovely Carrie. She was awesome fun to share a stall with.



Michelle loaned us her amazing tree. We decided to make it the tree of greenness.



We had a table of sunshine, with orange and yellow yarn, fibre and bags.



I only managed to make nine sack bags in time, but they looked so cute on their top shelf. They were all sold out within an hour of our first sale. This, in itself, was pretty incredible. You'll notice, of course, that the other shelves are arranged by colour (we love our colour, we do!). Every yarn skein that went into the wire fruit bowl was sold very soon after. It was our freaky lucky fruit bowl, we think.



After lunchtime the huge numbers of people had left, and it was a lot more relaxing. Our friends Jacqui and then Bron turned up to help out - much needed relief for loo, meal and shopping breaks, and excellent company to boot. Admittedly Carrie and I were going a little crazy with exhaustion by this time, and we weren't making much sense to anyone. I have no idea how Carrie gathered the energy to tally up the till at the end of the afternoon, but she did it, and she's a trooper, and it's one of the many reasons why I think she's awesome. There were a few yarn purchases of the Polwarth and possum/silk variety, even though I'm as allergic to possum fibre as I am to cats. It was just really pretty and I couldn't help myself.

So it was a great market. Insanely busy, yes, but also a great opportunity to meet some of my Etsy customers, fellow members of Ravelry, and people who read this blog. Thanks for coming by and introducing yourselves, and I apologise if I looked a little dazed and confused.

I don't think I can face my sewing machine for at least a few days. I'm going to put my feet up, crochet a lot, and catch up with my poor neglected Mister. He's been cooking me dinners and making me take it easy when he saw stress take hold this last week, and I don't think I could have done all this without him.

(Better not forget his birthday on Wednesday then, shall I!)