A Gingersnap is not always a cookie.

I’ve taken in my son’s cat. He left her with me when he moved to an apartment with a (now former) friend. Her name is Gingersnap, called Ginny or Gin-Gin, and she used to be feral.

She’s about nine years old, dislikes other cats, but tolerates dogs. She’s not cuddly. Oh no. She’d rather bite the hand that feeds her right up to the elbow. Her favorite game to play is “grab the ankles and trip the one who feeds me.” She hates the fact that I won’t allow her to go outside.

She does like her cat tree by the window. She can watch the side and back yards from her perch. She also guards the door and greets everyone who comes in. She especially likes meeting the dog I sit on Tuesdays and Fridays. He’s afraid of cats and she loves to get in his face.

She’s so special that I’m working on a mini book about her titled A Gingersnap Is Not Always A Cookie.

Gingersnap aka Gin-Gin aka Ginny

Sunday Market – August 12th

I knew I should have stayed in bed after I checked the weather. But the car was already loaded and I had promised to deliver a special order, so I drove 39 miles to make no money except for the special order = $5.00.

It started raining as I headed for the highway and the rain increased as I drove. When I got to Baraboo, it was still raining. I”m glad I bought a canopy or it really would have been a wasted trip. I set up but only with two tables. I didn’t put out any paper goods. and only a few in each category.

By the time I finished setting up, my shoes were soaked and my pants were wet to the knee. It was chillier than I expected so I kept my raincoat on. There weren’t many vendors – nine, including the ice cream vendor.  Some of the vendors only have picnic umbrellas; they stayed home. (Smart people)

The rain kept collecting above the front and back of the canopy. When I emptied the front, the water went down my sleeve into my armpit. Wet shoes, wet pants, and now a wet shirt – short sleeved. When I emptied the back, the water splashed on the wall and sprayed everywhere. Fortunately, I had the lids on all the bins. My chair got wet. Better and better. Wet shoes, wet pants, wet shirt , wet inside of raincoat, and now, nowhere to sit.

By the time people started to arrive, the rain had stopped, but I was under a tree, so I still had water pooling. Splash, splash.  I had a lot of lookers, but no sales. The jewelery lady next to me made a few sales, the veggie lady on the other side didn’t do as well she expected. We had a new vendor who actually made a lot of sales. She had items made from recycled wood and priced around $5.

I didn’t take any photos of my set up; something I always do. I didn’t feel like standing in the street and getting my phone wet.

I forgot to take a picture of the owl eyeglasses case I made as a special order. I delivered it, got paid, chatted for a bit and came home.

I’m staying home the next time it rains.

First Craft Show Set-up

 

 

 

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This was my first setup. The table is at an angle to the booth – not my choice. It was the only way to make it fit after my friend had already set up. I’m not sure if I had a sign or not indicating what the prices were for the cats and notebooks. The mat in the foreground was priced at $30 because I didn’t really want to sell it. It was there to fill in space. I made no money that day.

 

I’ve learned more since then.

Who Am I

I knit, spin, sew, crochet, and weave. I make hand-bound books of various sizes. I take a watercolor class. I belong to a makerspace where I show members how to use equipment in the craft area, teach classes in bookbinding and do other crafts.  In other words — I’m busy.

A blog about my crafting life.