I felt very miserable on Saturday. The Lovely Husband and I were at the craft fair in Alresford, Hampshire. We go here about 7 or 8 times a year. When we first started there, about 4 years ago now I should think, our takings were really good, easily just into three figures almost every time. Then the economy died on its arse and my takings there have become erratic.
But guess how many things I sold on Saturday.
One single, solitary pair of earrings.
We sat there from 8.15am until 4.30pm and I took just £8.50.
Plus the table space cost me £16 so, effectively, I made a loss of £7.50, not to mention the cost of the petrol to get there. Worst craft fair I've ever done, anywhere.
Double sigh with added tutting.
I almost wish I'd sold nothing at all, but I still have that joy to come.
I know I can't force people to buy my stuff, especially when it's so unnecessary to one's everyday life - as my mum says (she's also in the craft game, she does fabulous decoupage on stuff) "We're not making sausages", in other words, people are more likely these days to spend their hard-earned on food and fuel than on decorations for their house or person.
It just all seems like a massive waste of time. However, I shall plod on, not least because it will get better towards christmas - and as tomorrow is Midsummer Day, it's all downhill to christmas from then on - but I have a large stash of beads, pearls, crystals and semi-precious stones that I need to use up! Plus I'm registered with the tax people in order to pay National Insurance Contributions so that my full state pension is guaranteed, and so I need to produce annual accounts for them, which means I need to sell stuff in order to have something to put in said accounts. I don't make enough profit in order to pay any tax, mind you, but at least I'll get enough of a pension when I'm old and grizzled to be able to buy my tins of cat food. So that's okay.
Secondly, today I had to go to the dentist to have a big job done. One of those ones that they insist you book an hour's appointment for. I have to have an 'on-lay' which is not, apparently, the same as an 'in-lay' (of which I have one) or a crown (of which I also have one). It's sort of half-and-half. It's a big bottom left molar which has a decades-old filling in it that's starting to leak, and there are hairline cracks appearing on all four side, so an on-lay sort of holds the tooth altogether. I'm typing this with half my face feeling all fat and numb, hoping the anaesthesia will wear off soon so I can have a cup of tea without fear of dribbling it all down my matronly shelf-boob, or biting into my tongue.
Actually, my dentist is terrific - although he ought to be, at the prices he charges. It being a private dental clinic it is, of course, more like a fancy spa than those terrifying NHS clinics of your childhood that were all painted institutional green and smelled of antiseptic. At my clinic they have a hypnotherapist available to help you get over your dental fears, and an in-house reflexologist (for some reason). All the hygienists wear colour co-ordinated scrubs, and they pipe Brian Eno's Ambient music into the treatment rooms.
I currently have a temporary crown thing on the tooth in question and have to go back in 2 weeks to have the new porcelain on-lay fitted, and that tooth should last me for at least another 20 years.
Just down the road from the clinic is Chamberlains, a large music shop. I've never been in there before so I thought I'd wander down there for a poke around. It's a big shop, filled with all sorts of instruments, including brass and woodwind. And I espied, in a display case, a secondhand saxophone of the exact make and model that I think I'm after! For a reasonable price! Sadly, having a numb face meant I would not be able to take it for a test blow, but I think I may well come back in a few days and ask if I can try it out and see what I think. Excited!!!
I texted Bev (my lovely sax playing friend) about my find in Chamberlains and she rang me when I got home to tell me that she's had a brilliant idea about another musical venture that she and I can do, but she wouldn't tell me what it was!! Such a tease!! She said she wanted to think about it for a few days yet, and then we'd meet up for a coffee and she'd tell me what she thought. She did ask, though, what kind of music I most enjoyed playing - I told her that I actually enjoy most things but it's more a case of whether I'd be capable of playing it.
Intriguing. I shall keep you informed.
So, a week of ups and downs - Alresford = bad; dentist = bad but necessary and not too horrendous in the end; potential new sax located = exciting; Bev's plans = intriguing. Plus it's Glastonbury on the telly this coming weekend which TLH and I always enjoy watching.
How's your week been so far (and it's only Monday!)?
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