Survival and sales

Well I survived the weekend's market.  It ended up being a rather exhausting day.  I had (rather optimistically and stupidly) opted to attend a Twenty20 game of cricket being played between NZ and South Africa on Friday night.  Whilst I did make us leave the game a little early, it wasn't before the consumption of one or two mini bottles of Sav Blanc.  The ironing and packing that had been the jobs for Friday night then became the jobs for Saturday morning.

We loaded up to the car and unloaded on Jackson Street and set up my table.  In a rather bizarre spot allocation, I was backing onto a food van and next to the fair rides. Compared to all the established vendors, my wee table of wee wares seemed terribly small.  And as the sun shone down and the food van generator droned on, it has to be said that the spot was not my favourite and I felt cooked (and somewhat hung over) by the end of the day.

However I was delighted to have people to keep me company (thanks guys - pictured is my friend and her adorable son) and to receive so many nice comments and compliments from people - its always nerve racking having people inspect your handiwork and was nice to get some very flattering comments.

Off to Sydney this weekend for a friends wedding and then the Newtown Fair the weekend following.  Just keeping on trucking.