To make back the cost of a booth, I’d have to count on selling about a gazillion chocolates or sneak one of my kidneys onto my display table and hope for a taker among those shopping for handmade ornaments and knitted booties for dogs.
My test batches ended up in the trash bin, along with any hopes for a lemon truffle.
I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m a big fan of rubber stamps. And Bruce Springsteen, but that’s a story for a different blog. My infatuation… Read more “Stamps Like Us, Baby We Were Born to Run”
A couple of important milestones this weekend. One, I took my first order from a customer at the Proctor Farmers’ Market yesterday! By customer, I mean a person… Read more “Milestones”
It’s hip to be square. But I admit I struggle with being hip. At least when it comes to technology. I’ve always resisted keeping up with gadgets… Read more “Huey Lewis Said it Best:”
They have truly become my babies, and what mother goes around telling people she loves one of her children more than her others?
Don’t need flowers or produce or honey or chocolates? Come down anyway and enjoy the camaraderie and spirit of this lovely market!
…three is definitely the magic number.
After lunch, I’m usually ready to get back into my jammies. But not this Monday!
I have a confession to make. My husband and I have been exchanging Easter baskets, unfailingly every year, since we first met ten years ago. Is that… Read more “Easter Confessions”