I'm back

It feels as if I've been away from the internet for a long time, although it's only been 2 days. Since we have one spare day in the 29 faces challenge, I decided last night was the perfect day to use it. I'd been busy all day trying to get ready for the market and I was knackered by the time I went to bed.

But from now on, I'll be here every day with a new one-liner. Here's face no 8, and she expresses perfectly how I feel sometimes ...

Thanks so much for all the kind words and well wishes for my market in the last post. It lifts me up, and especially after today I needed to read it. So thanks again!

About the market .... well, how shall I put it? I could say it was interesting, but it was not. It was boring. Bo-ring. In fact, I could even say it was a bit depressing. Why? Well, for starters: there were no people. And secondly: there were no people. And thirdly: there were NO PEOPLE. And if there are no people, it's hard to sell something, right?

Of course there were some people. But they were few and far between. And as a wise friend once told me (and I think she's right): when you make art, there's one-third of the people who'll love it, one-third will hate it, and one-third will be indifferent to it. So if there are not many people, and only one-third of those will be interested in what you make, well, you can make the math ...

I sold my doodle-box. That's it! And I could've kissed the lady who bought it. She made my day (as far as it was still salvable). I got lots of ooh's and aaah's over my mirrors, but buying? No way Jose!

So it was kind of depressing. And made me rethink the whole market idea. This was the first market I did in Australia, and I made a wrong choice, that's obvious. Will it be better at another market? Who knows? It might be worth a try, but I'm not sure I still want to do it.

I've done quite a few markets in Belgium before I moved here. Sometimes with good results, sometimes I felt like screaming out of frustration. Everytime I mention to my family that I want to do a market, they heave a collective sigh. Because they know that the week before the market all surfaces in the house will be full with half-finished stuff, my stress-level will gradually increase to screaming-point and the day before the market they will all have to help out with the practical stuff that I've "forgotten" about because I was too busy creating ....

This week I'm taking a break. I'll have to because the last 2 weeks I neglected all other things. The house is a mess, there's a pile half a meter high of paperwork that I have to sort out, my inbox is overflowing, and my businesscourses are at a standstill.

So I'm giving myself some time off to rethink things, and to paint. Oh gosh, how I missed painting last week! I like making mosaics, I like painting boxes and making magnets, but it's painting I love and can't live without. I wish I could just paint and leave all the marketing stuff to someone else.

Here's my daughter, assisting me in my little stall.

She was so looking forward playing cashier ... I doubt whether she'll want to accompany me to another market after today's disaster. But we had fun laughing with our misery.

And since I always try to see the positive in everything.: if there'd been many people and all the stall-holders around me would've sold heaps, and me only one box, well: THAT would really be depressing. So I'll just see it as a learning experience. To find out more about a market and the public they're expecting before subscribing for anything.

I have a lot of catching up to do on following all your blogs, but I'll get to it, promise!

Thanks for stopping by, see you tomorrow!