Right, that’s it, I’ve had enough, I’ve thrown in the towel.
I’ve made the decision. There’s no going back.
My precious time is better spent on my own pleasures than stood behind a craft stall.
That’s it, no more craft fairs.
I shall politely excuse myself from the 2 remaining agricultural shows I have booked. I shall happily forego my stall fees.
My time is better spent enjoying my garden in the company of my daughter and my partner.
The Emley Show was a fabulous success for the organisers; raising money for agricultural bodies and societies. The queues at the entrance (and the toilets) were huge.
The footfall through the craft tent was the best I had ever witnessed.
The sun shone, the brass band played tunes from films and the West End shows as well as Yorkshire favourites, all day.
Livestock were paraded, dogs jumped through hoops, pet rabbits were judged, and bakes and jams and crafts were awarded Golds, Silvers and Bronzes.
Very few spent money in the craft tent.
The stall cost me £50.00.
I took £56.00
After a 5.50am start, a breakfast snatched at Starbucks, an ice cream, a coffee, a coke and a water at the show; I came home with -£9.00.
I have conveniently forgotten the cost of materials (and my time).
I arrived home to my partner resigned to the fact that I had to admit that he had been right all along.
Tomorrow I shall have a lie-in.
The three of us will have a leisurely breakfast together.
I shall sit and crochet.
I shall complete this week’s CAL.
I shall progress my gecko.
I will make some biscuits.
I may mow the lawn.
I shall make a lovely roast diner.
I will relish my family.
At least I had a go.
Love, Lucie xx
p.s. A dog peed on my ‘Love, Lucie’ bunting.