At least Saturday wasn’t hot and rainy.
It was however, really windy and pretty cold.
The Bank across the street from where we vend, read a high of 53 at one point and I don’t think that last more than a couple of minutes.
I had Karie’s help with the set-up and that made it much easier. It still took nearly 45 minutes to get it up and ready.
Karie sat out and spun for a while, until her hands were too cold to feel the fiber and she was having too much trouble spinning.
I knitted for most of the show – on another Brattleboro - and switched to the drop spindle towards the end - as a change.
It was really slow again. Maybe I should sell hot chocolate next week…
Maybe iced sweet tea…
One never knows here in Wisconsin.
I can’t believe how exhausting this is though.
I never recovered from Wednesday, before Saturdays show time. We came home so exhausted that I went to bed at 7:00 and slept for 12 hours. Wow!
I haven’t done that for about 12 years, and I was really sleep deprived at that time too. It happens so infrequently that it is very memorable.
I should clarify…the sleeping 12 hours – not the exhausted. I find myself exhausted more often.
Needless to say, 1:00 couldn’t come soon enough.
As glad as I was to see 12:30, Karie was even more excited.
She came out of hibernation from the truck cave and was very eager to sink her teeth into something.
At the point where I mentioned “picking up slowly.”
Karie grabbed another gear and was into overdrive before I could get my engine started. (I was still cold and stiff from standing out in the cold all day.)
I carried one packed container to the truck and before I knew it, I turned around and the tent was half down and I hadn’t put any of the merchandise away.
Now the hurricane force winds were whipping through the vending booth and everything is out and exposed.
So – with husbandly caution – I tried to slow her down and get her focused on protecting the yarn before dropping the canopy.
I really was glad that she was there to help, but I am starting to reconsider what I am doing here, and hoping for some direction.
I hope when Karie reads this she isn’t still cold from the day and finds humor in it.
Otherwise it will be a long lonely summer for me and I will be down to only two followers.
Wish me luck.