This past weekend I was a part of my second market and it was so much fun… and by so much fun i mean so terrifying, so exhausting, so awesome, so exhilarating, and so worth all the nervousness and hours upon hours of preparation. I like to equate being a part of a market like pregnancy/childbirth. Now stay with me. When you first decide to be a part of a market isn’t it so exciting!? You have all of these happy thoughts, “oh this is going to be so much fun!.” you think about how pretty your booth will be, all the “oohs and aaahs’ as people dote over your precious pieces.
Then reality sets in, time to get to work, you’ll have a sore back – you’ll need help putting your socks on because you’re too sore to bend over. There will be lots of sleepless nights as you…
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