so i survived the craft fair.
all in all, it was a pretty nifty first fair, by which i mean my table looked fetching (ok, the low-budget-last-minute version of fetching, but still), and by which i don't mean i raked in the cash.
the crowd was, hmmmn, more of a not-crowd. plus also it was the anemic version of the not-crowd. but given the general lack of potential customers, i'm quite happy with the sales i did garner.
a heartfelt thank you to all those who commiserated with the dreaded pp syndrome--there are more of us lying low than one would suspect, eh? oh, and to answer the popular question of what i crafted, i made up a bunch of apron skirts, corsage tees, wire wrapped jewelry, altered clipboards, textile brooches, and probably other stuff too but i'm still rather sleep deprived and so my memory's even more shot than normal.
on a similar vein, does anyone else routinely forget how old they are? today someone asked me my age, and i had to stall for time with "i am, let's see, um--my birthday's in december..." while this rapid internal debate went am i 32? or am i 31 but wish i were 32? drat, i think i might be 31. i don't remember having a 32nd birthday, although that doesn't mean anything, does it? it does? fine, just 31 then, but extra points to me for remembering the part about december.
and since we're having this discussion, should i be more concerned with my holey memory or the fact that i not only talk to myself but apparently have full-fledged arguments? actually, i do not want an answer to that. i mostly want someone to comment that this is completely normal for a 31 (possibly 32) year old, and that i oughtn't waste a perfectly lovely sunday afternoon worrying about such things.
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