It didn't help that the weekend before, I threw a baby shower at our house.
My brother gave us an old storm window he tore out of his farmhouse, which I spent several hours painstakingly drafting stencils and painting letters on backwards to create the hugest family message center this side of the Mississippi (maybe the other side, too, I just don't get out much). We thought it would be great for the lake/beach theme of the marketplace.
If Santa would like to know what to bring us for Christmas, it involves having our very own trailer. I would prefer it look something like this...
The next hour was spent cursing ourselves for not purchasing two spots instead of a spot and a half. By the time guests started to arrive (well before the time the market opened) we had pretty much crammed it in. And I don't really remember what happened after that because, my god, THE PEOPLE! They were everywhere! Seriously. Congratulations to The Summer Market. I hope all of those people bought raffle tickets for the amazing gift packages they put together for the Girls Give Back fundraiser.
Morgan put all her tickets in to win the package with the mermaid rag doll. Zoe put all hers in to win the dog items for Irene, which I thought was pretty sweet of her. Unfortunately, none of us won, but I have a feeling a mermaid will make its way to our house anyway.
And let's take a moment to talk about the weather. As we finalized getting the makeshift sides of our tent up it started to drizzle which lasted well into the night, but was gone by morning. Then a perfectly beautiful Saturday, which again held off rain until we had packed back up. I think it was Karma making up for breaking my window.
Saturday traffic was much more manageable. And while we were really hoping someone would buy the locker we busted our asses to finish, we were very excited about two of the bigger sales that DID happen. The bombshell beauty steamer wardrobe went to a family that had been searching for a way to display their father's World War II uniform. When they saw our uniform inside the wardrobe they loved the idea. And the firetruck pedal car was purchased as a gift for a fireman who had been searching for one to display in his home. So happy to be a part of that.
It really was a great weekend overall. It was worth it just getting to know the other vendors. We were next to Flea Market Chic from Culver, IN and her crew was SO nice, but really all of the vendors that stopped by our booth were very friendly and complimentary, which is a big deal for us. We are always wondering if we are doing the right thing, so it feels good that someone with an established shop would take the time stop in and give us feedback.
As we were packing up, Kristine May and her husband stopped by to talk bikes. Turns out...she is the mermaid rag doll lady! and she even remembered that Morgan had stopped at her tent a couple times and told her how much she liked her dolls. So that makes me super proud that my kids go out of their way (and their comfort zone) to be kind to strangers, too.
And it does not surprise me at all that the Gillette family of Emmie's Handmade not only helped us close up on Friday, despite their own exhaustion, but didn't seemed fazed in the slightest that our girls decided to hang out in THEIR booth all of Saturday. We can't put a price on your friendship. (But we will give you a big discount on all our stuff!)
So how did we spend our recovery Sunday? Well, RenMan went on a two and half hour bike ride as training for his IronMan. We enjoyed a lovely brunch on the patio. We cleaned up my parent's barn to give the Kansas cousin's a place to stay for the family reunion this weekend (don't worry Phil, we didn't make it TOO clean). And I rearranged the living room to account for items that didn't come home or are going to storage, giving True North a place of honor above my cabinet.
Now I can look forward to a pleasant nap on a pile of dirty laundry.