Irrelevant.

Fine. I admit it, recently there has been less jewellery making and selling and more pokemon making...and battling.

And no, I'm not embarrassed. 

I've also partaken in a bit of this:

Many a happy hour was spend on Lego Lord of the Rings

But it's not all been fun and games, I've had a cold for about a week, and so there's been a fair bit of this:

In bed. Not sure if that's clear...

But casting my mind back to a time when I did something a bit more productive...earlier this month I had another shared market stall, this time at the Muswell Hill Festival and (profit wise) it was painfully unsuccessful. At around 4pm we decided to pack up and call it a day. I'd made two sales in four hours, the crowds were dying down and just as we got in the car the second downpour of the day set in- good timing! The thing is, we'd all anticipated the day to be so much more successful than it was, there were plenty of people there, lots going on, a range of stalls, entertainments and apart from a short downpour around lunchtime the sun did make an appearance.

 Sorry, this was in fact the best pic I took all day

I was a bit disappointed, mostly, considering the bleak state of my finances at the moment. Even so, I maintain that it was still worth doing I think you learn something from every experience you get yourself into whether it was a positive, negative or even just a 'bleh' kind of experience. And even if you can't tell what it was exactly you got from it, I still think some useful little tidbit will have been stashed away in the back of your mind for future use. One thing I do know I took from the day was £16 which I didn't have before. But, if any stallholders happen to be reading this, I'd love to hear your perspective on disappointing market days: theories? Anecdotes?   

Hoping for a bit more luck this time, my mum and her friends have kindly volunteered to mind my stall, while I gallivant off to SARDINIA. So fear not, Fauves will once again be there at the Hitchin Craft and Farmers market on Saturday 28th September

To market to market to buy a fine pig, home again home again jiggety jigg.

Bargin.

Yesterday I was to be found flogging my wares at Hitchin craft and farmers market. There was not a pig in sight. Even so, the market was buzzing and the weather was beautiful and I had South African bunny chow for lunch, which was also beautiful. I met some lovely people and my jewellery sold pretty well!
  Prior to the market I'd been working on things to decorate the stall and hopefully attract interest. I've spent hours painting, printing, backing on card and cutting out trees.

I was watching Adaptation. Hey Meryl!

My original plan was to hang jewellery from the branches but actually that didn't look as good as I'd imagined so they'll just remain as scenery I reckon

Grrrrr. Roar. Rustle. Cuckawwww.

To see how it all came together I set it all up and played market in the kitchen, and now that I'm all grown up I'm allowed to play with real money. I put boxes under the cloth at the back to give it a bit of depth, but forgot to bring these to the actual market itself, despite walking round the house in the morning repeating "boxesboxesboxesboxes"to myself.

Bloody Boxes

My glamourous assistant and business card ninja.

And as if the products weren't enough incentive to visit us...

I learned a lot of things, it was really interesting to see which items were most popular and to hear peoples feedback about it all. I'll definitely be back again and next time I'll be armed with even more trees, perhaps another garland or two, a flask of tea and chairs....definitely chairs next time. And next time I aim to have the table look more like a safari landscape, as well as more trees I might also make some wild grass and perhaps even a jeep!