I had a really bad nightmare last night. To keep it short; I set up my booth at a craft fair, eventually being summoned by five women to an apartment up grimy, scary stairs, where they all proceeded to yell at me. I was told I could only sell paper items if I made the paper by hand.....then some other stuff happened and eventually the nightmare ending with me trying to swim away in a river, carrying a pair of Carhart pants full of rocks. I'm still stumped by that part.....Anyway, during the dream I was outraged that I had to make my own paper! What about the woman who sold quilts? Did she have to make her own material??? I was very angry in my dream :) This reminded me to tell you about my Farmer's Market experience. Here's my booth, I thought it was set up pretty cute.
Would that have bothered you?