Or, yeah, markets aren’t my thing
Last weekend was the church’s Christmas Market, and I’d decided a few months ago to sell some of my handmade goodies there. I’d pondered about markets being a secondary side-hustle as I’m creating stuff the whole time anyway, and then I have a place to sell them.
Let’s just say I realised that, while I enjoy going to markets, being one of the sellers isn’t my thing at all. I had no idea that the competition between stallholders were that great, for instance. I mean between stall holders that sell completely different things.
Handmade is apparently too old-fashioned?
And, apparently, the handmade part of handmade toys wasn’t a good thing for 95% of the parents there. Which quite boggled my mind as there were some gorgeous toys, but maybe I’m just old fashioned. Or half a hipster. I have very good memories of playing with handmade/hand sewn toys. I still have most of them.
People are rude
When about half the night was over and my things had been called “handmade shit” and “cheap crap” among other things (yup, in church, I was also surprised), I decided that I’m just going to sell either online or on commission as I had been.
The perfect Friday night
My second wish that night was that I had rather stayed home to write. Sure I got some good time in watching all the people, but I was itching to work on Porselein…
Every day I’m hustling
This made me realise something — which I’d basically known, but am now 100% sure of and committed to — and that is that writing is the right career for me. Crochet and quilling and the rest are all good as a hobby, but they are not things that I want to do as my full-time job. Or even — at the moment — as my (main) side-hustle. Nope, that will be left for fiction writing. And that makes me excited.