Decompressing to My Kind of Normal

When I consider the condition that I was in today, that show should have ended on Sunday. By yesterday, I was wiped out, and on the brink of losing my patience with the inappropriate comments. The people who think they're complimenting you, but really slapping you in the face. I'll mention this because Lulu's owner didn't take my card, so is unlikely to be reading this. She said of my work, "this is too good for my dog! People asking the prices of furniture belonging to the exhibitor next to me (who I heard lying to customers about the items all being antique, when they very obviously had Made In China tags on them. I guess if you keep it long enough, it will be antique), even after I had moved to the other side of my display to put some distance between me and the Chinese furniture. I'll mention this other one because this woman also didn't take my card--it's bad manners to have me hold an item for you, and then never re-appear to purchase it. Especially if you're another vendor at the show, and have seen me multiple times after our encounter. These events are always a sort of emotional experience for me--the anticipation gets me so excited, even when I keep telling myself to keep my expectations low. Then, to have those little pieces of my heart and soul on display, to face usually positive responses, then with some explanation of why that sweater will be packed up and taken home again. One thing is apparent--I need to diversify what I'm selling. After December, and my last show commitment, I'm going to work on patterns and kits that I can sell as an alternative to the hand made sweaters. So, on to my next challenges for this month. Two or three more accessory items for The Book! Including the photography. Revisions and technique chapters for The Book. Two four week classes at Wigglyville, if enough students registered. Four or five custom sweaters to be knit, thankfully, they're all small. The Fine Art of Fiber, and where the H did I put the tags? So, will all that, it's back to normal here at the Lucky Penny household.