Market day! Rebel junk started off with a flood of people! The sun was shining, it was going to be a good day! (Unlike the night before...) Usually the first two hours are the busiest sales-wise, but I had only made 3 sales the first hour… I was started to worry! I had at least $1000 invested in the goods I brought, $100 for hotel $50+ for gas, $170 for booth fee… I was praying it wasn't going to be a bust! It picked up a little and I at least broke even… but there had been another similar market in the same building the month before and I think it took the wind out of the customer's sales a bit.
As I talked to other vendors, everyone said sales were really soft. I felt really bad for the people who had paid for 3 booth spaces, and spent hours unloading and re-loading all their furniture at the end of the show. So, it didn't really pay off this time. But this type of business is always a bit of a gamble.
By the end of the day we were all pretty exhausted from all the people-ing, and from all the furniture carrying the day before. So when 4 o-clock came we were ready for it. Although it meant load out. Another burst of energy would be needed. The loading bays were immediately flooded with trailers and u-hauls as everyone packed up and started carting things out on dolly's. (THAT's what i forgot to bring! Duh!).
When I got out to hook up my trailer my tire was almost totally flat. PERFECT. Just gets better and better! BUT I did have small moment of grace. The other day when I backed up to hitch my car to my trailer it took AT LEAST 30 tries WITH someone directing me! I groaned thinking how many times it was going to take, by myself. In the dark. With my back window blocked full of junk. Yee-haw this was going to be fun. So I backed up on a first try, getting out to look and see how far off I was and prepared myself to do this a million more times. But SOMEHOW by God's grace, I backed up, heard a bump, jumped out to see if I'd put another dent in my car (which I did last time I tried this). And surprisingly, it was sitting there. Lined up PERFECTLY! What!!?! How did that happen! This never happens. Silver lining.
So then I prayed I would make it to a gas station before ALL of the air had seeped out. I drove slowly with my emergency lights on. Finally made it, pulled the ice covered hose out of the snow and tried to air up my tire and hoped it wasn't a leak.
Turns out it was a leak. Hahahaha! At this point I'm just laughing. Can't get any worse.
I go back to tear down my walls, and pack up my furniture. And my friend Jackie from Studio Shambora, (pictures featured above) had finished early because some friends had helped her, so she generously offered to help me, which cut the load out time in half. (I was still one of the last few people in the building).
So to celebrate our survival, we went to get crack. (Cracker Barrel). As an attitude adjuster. It was a lovely dinner of meatloaf, fried okra, mashed potatoes, beans and cornbread. Just like meals from my roots back in Tennessee. Comfort food. We left with full bellies, a little bit of candy and happy hearts.
My tire had gone flat again, but I didn't even stress. Just drove to the nearest gas station and filled it up. Jackie followed me back to denver just in case. I made it home without incident! Finally the string of bad luck was over!
And then the next morning, Jackie got a flat.