Write a four line poem about: fidgeting.
Inspired by another vendor at today's craft market who just could not leave her display alone. I wasn't much better, at times, but at least I had some good long stretches where I kept my hands off my wares.
Overall I'd say it went pretty well. 33 cards and 1 print sold, and I got a whole lot of very nice feedback, both from customers and other vendors. If the wind had pissed off it would have been even better. They were selling soup and a bun for lunch and apparently there were around $150 less sales this year compared to last.
At $3.50 per person, that's quite a few less people coming out.
Still though, I'm pretty happy with how my first craft market went. Definitely interested in doing it again, hopefully under better circumstances.
It needs something -
Just a nudge to the right?
There, that's perfect!
Oh... well... maybe I might...