I'm still reeling.
After my marathon card-making stint on Wednesday (or was it already Thursday?) night, and having a cracking start to the exhibition as soon as it opened, I got up early on Friday and sat in my PJs to finish off some little life-form keyrings, then got dressed, scoffed some muesli, saw the Girl off to school, walked the dog and hurried over to the next county to put said keyrings in my little basket of goodies at the exhibition.
But I was told that I should take them home again.
To let "other people have a chance of selling some work".
Perhaps I could bring them in another day if they were needed.
So of course I just mumbled something about a half-empty basket looking a bit pathetic, put them in my basket anyway, then left. I couldn't really say anything because my jaw was somewhere around my ankles.
But now I'm worried.
Is thirteen keyrings going over the top? Is it too much? Am I taking over?
Perhaps I'm stopping all the other people from selling their little life-form keyrings.
Guess what the first sale in the first five minutes of the exhibition was. Go on, guess.
Yes! A little keyring.
Hmm.
But I was told that I should take them home again.
To let "other people have a chance of selling some work".
Perhaps I could bring them in another day if they were needed.
So of course I just mumbled something about a half-empty basket looking a bit pathetic, put them in my basket anyway, then left. I couldn't really say anything because my jaw was somewhere around my ankles.
But now I'm worried.
Is thirteen keyrings going over the top? Is it too much? Am I taking over?
Perhaps I'm stopping all the other people from selling their little life-form keyrings.
Guess what the first sale in the first five minutes of the exhibition was. Go on, guess.
Yes! A little keyring.
Hmm.