Markets, and such

For over a year I did the 'market thing'. Every Saturday I would pack up all my beads and jewelry and props, and drive to an outdoor market. Some days were good, some bad. Spitting rain, sunshine, had to be there. I had build up a nice client base, but it tired me. Yes, I know 'doing the market' is good - you get to see first hand what the client wants, interacting with them and all. but it reminded me too much of my years of selling pharmaceuticals. So I stopped. I took a break, and got happy again.

But this past week I did a few markets again. At the same time I had, for the first time in almost a year, a severe bout of insomnia. Being awake till 3 - 5 in the morning, and having to get up at 8 is not a lot of fun. But I have committed myself, and did it. Was it good? Was it fun? YES! Today my best friend came to visit me at the market. We had freshly made carrot and orange juice (she opted for the beetroot mix), chatted and just caught up on everyday gossip. How was my week? KAK. I told her about my Internet saga. She told me of her essay that appeared in the national newspaper, which was beautifully written.

And I chatted to customers. I looked at their reaction to my new designs, and came home with a better understanding of what works, or not. But the best of all was a woman who absolutely freaked out about my work, and requested an appointment from me next week. She owns a shop in an upmarket district in our city, frequented by tourists and trendy locals. WHOA! What a lovely way to end a seriously miserable week! Ooh, and yes! and I made money too!