The rain dripped on us and our felt owls and fairies. The streets reflected Christmas lights in the slick. A few people were brave. Not too many, but enough to keep the night interesting. Not a big money-maker, for sure, but there was an adventure in huddling in our tent with hot chocolate. Our nice neighbors lent us a tarp for the back of the pavilion, and that helped a lot. Luckily, it wasn't as cold as the week before. A lot less people, though. Still, through word of mouth around town, we've almost broken even. That's expenses, not time. I got to wondering about people that do this professionally, following faires and festivals, a traveling, and yet always the same thing lifestyle. I mean, we're there for fun, and a dreary night doesn't affect us that much. But what if this was our livelihood? Hats off to the professional artists and crafters out there. It isn't easy.
I got to bring a new pattern last night. Mom watched Ian for a few hours on Tuesday so I worked in a frenzy to get the fairy pattern together. I took photos for each direction. A lot of quick work, but it turned out well. I'll get it on Etsy soon.
The night just got very busy- little emergencies around here. Nothing serious, but no computer time for Mama :)