Many months ago I booked a stall at my local countryside show. Little did I realise how hot this weekend would be.
30+ degrees and I’m trying to sell woolly hats, no wonder trade is slow😉 . I have had a great day despite the heat. Lots of nice feedback and met some lovely people. I’m looking forward to tomorrow and hopefully a few more customers.
I am still working through the current crisis and feel so lucky that I still have structure to my days. My partner must be running out of box sets…
However I did discover something called the wonderful world of crafting in which crafters who would like to make a living from their work set up a stall at a big craft fair. They are given advice and get to meet professional crafters. Sadly there were only 4 episodes 🙁 I have only done a couple of stalls at church fairs but thoroughly enjoyed them. I have been making a few hats and scarves for possible sale next Christmas but with the current situation I wonder if there will be any Christmas fairs or if people will have any spare money to spend. These really are uncertain times.
So with the current uncertainty I have been concentrating on little hats for the baby unit. They are going to the warm baby project. I have started on an incubator blanket for a bit of variety as I have the attention span of a gnat!
On a brighter note the depleted stocks of baby wool at the Co-op have been replenished. So not just the dodgy colours to choose from.
Having read Jackie’s post on Stitches by the Sea I thought I would share a couple of my favourites from way back when.
1. Playschool – aimed at preschool kids, a couple of grown-ups and some toys (Humpty, Hamble, Jemima, Big Ted and Little Ted)
2. Blue Peter (still running today)
Now the reason I liked both of these programmes was they made things. In fact when I was 8 or 9 my ambition was to be a Play School presenter. I didn’t think I would be able to hack it as a Blue Peter presenter – all that climbing and jumping out of things was not for me. However, telling stories to the toys and making things would have been right up my street.
My dream never happened, when I left big school I was directed towards a nice little secretarial course.