Yesterday came and went – thank you all the people who wished me well for the event, I would love to say that it was a success.
Brick Lane, a perfect place one would think – a long tradition of street markets many staking out a piece of pavement or small stall to sell their things, from dusty old books to rusty tools.
Our market was slightly off the main drag – in fact it seemed to far a step for the majority of footfall upon the pavements of Brick Lane itself. So there were not many that passed through the doors. Fortunately we were dry inside – the sun shone – the wind blew – the thunder cracked – the rain came and went all the way through the day, but we were dry. Quiet, Quiet, Quiet.
So, I feel a bit disappointed. The works that all craft stall holders put into their stalls and all the time before, during and after was lost. There were a few that made some sales, I can’t say I did.
Will I do another? Once bitten….I do feel very shy now.
Fortunately the stall holders got to know each other a bit, and we exchanged thoughts, ideas and cards and a few showed interest in my items and took some cards. Maybe something will come of it – here is to hoping.
This is what my stall looked like – before and after shot in one.