This morning was my first selling my hand crafted jewellery at my local Country Market. Brought in under the wing of my grandmother who seems to run the show, I paid my five pence to join the co-operative and laid out my wares on the craft stall.
It always seems such a shame that the only people who are interested in this kind of thing tend to be pensioners, when (to me at least) it seems a pretty interesting way to spend a morning: a community run market selling locally produced food and crafts, with a cafe area selling tea and coffee for only 50p a mug – plus a free biscuit.
Not that this was a problem, I spent a pleasant morning being introduced to and mostly receiving career advice from my grandma’s friends. Then once the doors opened I had a good time being told by strangers how beautiful my bracelets were. Of course, being a small town, they weren’t quite strangers. Everyone who didn’t mistake me for my sister (“Not got your camera today then?” “When are you back up to college?”) asked after her.
I didn’t sell any earrings. I forget that just because I like massive ones it doesn’t mean other people would wear them. Hopefully I’ll have time to put some smaller ones together before next week. However, the bead and safety-pin bracelets went down a storm (perfect Christmas presents for grand-daughters apparently), which is a bit annoying because they’re such a hassle to make. I looks like I’ve got my week planned then.