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Rainy And Loving It

I’m sitting in my rumpus room as I write this, watching a storm roll in while the aroma of a freshly cut bunch of lilacs fills the room.  I spent the whole day picking up the house and doing some dusting and vacuuming.  It felt really good to be wholly domestic for a change.  If only I could have mustered up the motivation to cook a gourmet meal for Husby.  Alas, we had a frozen pizza.  Delicious, of course, but definitely not gourmet.  Husby spent a good portion of the day doing yard work.  It’s hard to get a lot done when there’s rain every day, but this morning the skies were clear so the grass was mowed, some flowers were planted, and hostas were split and distributed.

This weekend we’re going to a high school graduation party to help our little (6’7″) nephew, Fojo, celebrate his grand accomplishment.  I’ll also be getting busy getting ready for the Chateau St. Croix Fete des Fleurs next weekend.  I can hardly wait to have a sip of wine with the gang again.

For now I’m going to snug in and read in bed between fresh sheets while the rain spashes against the windows.

I hope everyone has a great weekend.

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Last week I asked you all to send put in a good word for me to the weather gods for my first show of the season.  I trust that you did.  Unfortunately the weather gods must have had their ear plugs in or else couldn’t perform their sun dance because they slept in until noon.

Roads are blocked in anticipation of hundreds and hundreds of festival goers. Vendor canopies are zipped up to protect the valuable products inside.  Except that poor woman on the right side of the picture, who has no sides to zip up.

It started to rain while we were en route to the venue. By the time we got there it was still raining…hard. When you’re in the craft show business you can be prepared all you want, but trust me, setting up a canopy and keeping products dry in the rain is a challenge. A positive note – there was no wind.

The gutter at the rear side of my canopy was a flowing river of about three inches of water.

My hair was drenched, my make-up job was streaming down my face, and my shoes and socks were squish, squish, squishing with every step I took.

The heavy rain didn’t stop for another couple of hours. We were wet and cold. Husby got me a big cup of hot chocolate and himself a big cup of coffee to take the chill off a bit while we waited for the sun.

A view down the street from under my canopy just before the festival was about to begin.

Eventually the sun did come from behind the clouds, the temperature rose and the people came out.  From 12:00 noon to 4:00 p.m. we watched a lot of people walking up and down the street…empty-handed.  They weren’t shopping and they weren’t buying. 

All of the vendors I talked to were having low sales, and we couldn’t blame the weather anymore.  There’s nothing we can blame.  That’s the nature of craft shows and festivals.  Sometimes sales are good, sometimes they’re not.  We as vendors take our chances with weather, disorganized event organizers, and shoppers.  Applying for a booth at a craft show in a new venue is like playing roulette ~ I’m taking a gamble with both, and with both money can either be won or lost.

All was not lost in my gamble.  I got wet but came home with a little more money than I put into the booth fee.  Husby and I made friends with our vendor neighbors and even saw a couple of vendors we knew from other shows. 

You win some, you lose some, but always put your money on black.  Or red.  Whichever is your lucky color.  No matter what, it’s always fun playing.

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Husby and I recently took a road trip to Door County, Wisconsin. The sky was an interesting thing to watch along the way.

When we left Minnesota there were big, fluffy white clouds in a bright blue sky.

As we traveled along the cheerful white and blue sky turned kind of gray.

It looks like something threatening is headed our way!

Yep. There it is, and here it comes. We spent some time driving through rain.

When we reached Bailey’s Harbor we knew we’d found our pot of gold. The sun shone every day we were there.

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