Before my first market I managed to catch a total of 1.5 hours sleep. I’d planned to finish my last runny babbits by 5pm; but at midnight I’d roped in my poor sweet boyfriend to help me make pom poms for their little tails. Eventually he rolled into bed, and by 3am I rubbed my bleary eyes and realised I had to get up at 5am to get ready… and I was still stitching decorations onto baby crowns.
It turned out the baby crowns were a futile gesture. They were oohed over, friends were called to aaahh over them, but none left the table top. Aside from that disappointment, the market was actually a lot of fun and I made a nice little profit from my hours of labour.
Here are some pics of my stock, the build up to the day, and the day itself. One thing I learnt is people love my reversible toys!