Scarves & a shrug hang out at the market
Selling is definately hard on the legs but so much fun. The interaction is energizing. Does it matter that many people said they couldn't afford to buy though they loved my colors and textures? I encouraged appreciative fiber fondling to one and all. It didn't matter that my booth sometimes looked like an interactive art gallery open to 'view&oooo'. After all, I had pitched my tent in the jams, jellies & candle zone, where most shoppers come to purchase stocking stuffers rather than art-to-wear.
Sandy models an Amber&Onyx before it found its true home
Then along came a swathe of my regular customers seeking me out and the tides turned. One woman fell in love with an Amber&Onyx shawl and told me how she wished she had a husband who would buy her such a lovely gift. A friend suggested she try treating herself instead. Amber&Onyx found a home that day.
When a woman dons something that lights up her face, it's as if a kind of spirit magic happens, a revitalization to remind her of who she truly is beneath it all. So often we judge ourselves by how others see us when half the world wears blinders. As I watched women trying on jewelry and knitwear, I saw a kind of recognition in their eyes, something that said: 'This is who I am: interesting, special, vital and alive!'.
It's one thing to be dismissed by the unseeing world and quite another to dismiss yourself.
By the way, I had an amazing number of local knitters drop by to ask about Knitaly! in October. And here I thought my fellow voyagers would mostly be my friends to the south... |
