The day actually starts Friday night with packing up any new creations and putting drinks and yogurt in the freezer. At 7am the alarm rings... And again at 7:30 in case I ignore the first one. Time to get up, pull back my hair and walk the dog. While he eats I pack my lunch and load the car. If all goes well we are out the door by 7:45.
The goal is to have the table set up by 8am and if we are lucky to snag an extra table for the framed photo collages. Sorting out the earrings is always an adventure - somehow when no one is watching mates tend to get lost from each other and occasionally one disappears all together. It's rather like washing sox! Very weird.
Once the jewelry is sorted and laid out it's time to put out the notecards and framed pictures. Not as nerve wracking as the earrings to be sure! Just a matter of finding a pleasing arraignment and trying to fit everything on one table. Then comes the waiting...
The great thing about the market has got to be the friends you make. Tucker makes many many friends among the children who come and I've made friends among the vendors. About 10am the foot traffic picks up, some of the older ladies stop by to chat and check on us.
Visiting is a grand way to spend a day. We enjoy a nice breeze most every weekend and the market is in a covered area downtown.
It's a lovely small town we live in and I couldn't be happier.
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