Photo of my kiddie sweat shop, Make 'em earn their keep, that's what I say!
Whhhhheeeeeeewwww!!!!
And with that, the sale ended.
On day two, the people came, and I broke even.
On day three, more people came, and I saw a profit.
It was exciting to see people fall in love with a painting or a little piece of pottery. I felt all warm-fuzzy inside when someone would find a little pot that just had to go home with them, and they carried it around like a long-lost treasure,
and smiled when they brought it to me like it had found them.
They went to good homes, my little paint and clay children,
and that is always a comfort to a mother's heart.
I learned a lot of things this first time around.
Like:
Thanksgiving weekend: good for Walmart, bad for boutique.
They who eat the most samples do not necessarily buy the fudge.
8 hours on the hard stairs = sore cheekies.
It's never too late to meet your neighbors.
I really stink at math.
Netflix is a fabulous babysitter,
but 8 hours of it gives 5 year-olds nightmares.
What takes 2 days to set up comes down in about 20 minutes.
I may have learned more, but I'm too tired now to remember what it was.
Thank you to all of you who came and supported my little effort at bringing art into peoples lives. What we earned will help with Christmas (since our Christmas stash went to a big car repair last week!). I am also glad I could provide a place for my friends to sell their lovelies. I walk among giants.
My favorite moments of the day:
Jonah sneaking fudge samples
(in case you were wondering, 15 month-olds can and do sneak.
It's the cutest dang thing you ever saw).
A 90 year old woman who fell in love with Jonah.
Him running to hug her when she left.
The woman who came back to buy a painting
because she dreamed about it all night.
The woman who was so sad that a necklace she had fallen in love with (but talked herself out of) yesterday had sold, and being able to say, "That's ok, I will just make you another one just like it."
Ruth doing all of her Christmas shopping while I held gorgeous baby Autumn
(it was rough, but I toughed it out!).
Telling Ethan he sold both his paintings.
Having several solid hours to visit with friends while we tested the fudge samples
to make sure they were still good.
Hearing people tell me how lucky I am to be married to a man who can cook (yes, I know I am. And cooking is just the start of all the good things he does).
***
We'll have to do this again sometime. How about next year?
Thanks, again friends!
And thank you Guy for all your hard work and support.
My mother always said I was a kite,
and I needed someone who could hold my string,
but I think you are more like my hot air balloon.
On day two, the people came, and I broke even.
On day three, more people came, and I saw a profit.
It was exciting to see people fall in love with a painting or a little piece of pottery. I felt all warm-fuzzy inside when someone would find a little pot that just had to go home with them, and they carried it around like a long-lost treasure,
and smiled when they brought it to me like it had found them.
They went to good homes, my little paint and clay children,
and that is always a comfort to a mother's heart.
I learned a lot of things this first time around.
Like:
Thanksgiving weekend: good for Walmart, bad for boutique.
They who eat the most samples do not necessarily buy the fudge.
8 hours on the hard stairs = sore cheekies.
It's never too late to meet your neighbors.
I really stink at math.
Netflix is a fabulous babysitter,
but 8 hours of it gives 5 year-olds nightmares.
What takes 2 days to set up comes down in about 20 minutes.
I may have learned more, but I'm too tired now to remember what it was.
Thank you to all of you who came and supported my little effort at bringing art into peoples lives. What we earned will help with Christmas (since our Christmas stash went to a big car repair last week!). I am also glad I could provide a place for my friends to sell their lovelies. I walk among giants.
My favorite moments of the day:
Jonah sneaking fudge samples
(in case you were wondering, 15 month-olds can and do sneak.
It's the cutest dang thing you ever saw).
A 90 year old woman who fell in love with Jonah.
Him running to hug her when she left.
The woman who came back to buy a painting
because she dreamed about it all night.
The woman who was so sad that a necklace she had fallen in love with (but talked herself out of) yesterday had sold, and being able to say, "That's ok, I will just make you another one just like it."
Ruth doing all of her Christmas shopping while I held gorgeous baby Autumn
(it was rough, but I toughed it out!).
Telling Ethan he sold both his paintings.
Having several solid hours to visit with friends while we tested the fudge samples
to make sure they were still good.
Hearing people tell me how lucky I am to be married to a man who can cook (yes, I know I am. And cooking is just the start of all the good things he does).
***
We'll have to do this again sometime. How about next year?
Thanks, again friends!
And thank you Guy for all your hard work and support.
My mother always said I was a kite,
and I needed someone who could hold my string,
but I think you are more like my hot air balloon.
2 comments:
I loved it, I will save up for next year so that I can get more cool stuff. It was so artsy to be there and it felt good!!
I think this is the first year EVER that I am so ahead of the game! Thanks Laine....( I may need to come look at the leftovers!)
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