so the first indie market of the season is complete and i was there, to sell my craft, to become apart of the handmade community of greensboro, and to really put myself out there. much like my painting i was slow to realize that others may want to purchase what i make, there are always polite relatives and friends of friends…but they don’t count, right?! i needed to test what i did with the stranger on the street, the passer by, would my creations that i love translate a worthiness of someone very hard earned cash, and thanks to a very successful evening, my restless feelings have been quieted…this is only the first of many markets and i should be frantically trying to replenish my stock, but for this moment in time i am appreciating the calm…there are things i would and will do differently next time, and things that i wouldn’t dream of changing.…but most importantly the experience was not scary and the warm and kind words of the strangers that passed were that of praise and acceptance. i think i can, i know i will is the mantra i speak and every market is a step closer to my line being a full time profession.
dream big y’all