I laid in perhaps longer
than I should have today. By the time I'd got up, brekkied and mucked
about playing "Candy Cane Saga" it was time to set
off. Regular readers of this drivel might recall that a month ago I
ran a stall at the psychic fair where I was selling paintings. Last
time (after I'd paid the stall fee) I was five pounds down on
the day.
Today started equally
dismally. After two and a half hours I eventually sold a painting for
a fiver. After three hours I'd just about broken even. After three
and a half hours I'd had enough and was desperately hoping that
someone else would start packing up. For all that I wanted to go
home, I didn't want to be the first one to knock it on the head. I
sat there for another half an hour sulking, and with only five
minutes before the fair closed, a family came up to my stall, loved
what they saw, and bought three paintings.
Having made some sales I
suppose I'll go to the next psychic fair now. Mind you, it was quite
peaceful sitting with my stall, alternately watching the world going
by and reading my book on my Kindle app. There is something quite
serene about the psychic fairs.
But from a purely
mercenary perspective, if I'm going to make a go of selling paintings
I think I need to find a better outlet. There's money to be made at
the psychic fairs *if* you are doing tarot readings, poncing
about with crystal balls, or having people pay you to rub their feet.
It's been suggested that I try my luck selling paintings at a boot
fair. I'm not keen on that idea - I would have to be at the boot fair
by 6am. And the open day at Shadoxhurxt the other day drew a blank.
Maybe I might find when
craft fairs are on. Do any of my loyal readers know when there's a
craft fair going on?
I came home, totally
failed to see that "er indoors TM"
had a poncey candle on the go and I spilled molten wax everywhere.
And then I got the news that the washing machine has gone west. Let's
home the repair contract I have on the thing will stump up...
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