Twas the Night Before...the BIG Day...

The BIG day is nearly upon us. No, not Christmas. That’s BIGGER than BIG, but the BIG day I’m talking about is the BIG craft show that I’ve been preparing for since… ummm, June. It starts tomorrow and I can hardly wait to get that beast behind me. I cannot even begin to explain how much I HATE – yes HATE making earrings… and necklaces… and bracelets. It used to be fun, but it’s turned to misery.

I have made no less than 117 pairs of earrings, 120 necklaces and 35 bracelets since June. I HATE it all right now. Seriously. I know HATE is a strong word, but if I see another bead roll across my floor I will lose my mind…again.

I think I’m prepared and I hope I have enough inventory; but in all honesty – I don’t care anymore. I just hope to sell it all. Then, all this misery and misspent time will have been well worth it.

For four loooong days, I’ll be immersed in the world of crafters and crafty hunters. Wish me luck and say a little prayer that my sanity remains intact.

Comments

Brian Miller said…
holy cow...you have been busy as elves havent you...smiles..hope it goes well..
December 5, 2012 at 4:39 PM
CrazyCris said…
Good luck! And cheer up, all that hard work will pay off this weekend! :o)

HUGS!!!
December 5, 2012 at 5:42 PM
k said…
Good luck!! I hope you sell it ALL!!
December 6, 2012 at 9:33 AM
Beatriz said…
Good luck! Will keep my fingers crossed!
December 6, 2012 at 10:20 AM
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