This Holiday Market morn dawned mild and calm. I was very hopeful. The car was loaded last night and I knew that I couldn’t pull in until after 8 a.m. The market is an L shaped open sided shelter with a larger L shaped parking lot that is open during the week with metered parking, but is restricted for vendor’s stalls during the Saturday morning markets. The regular vendors that are under the shelter must be able to pull their trucks and cars in to unload before the vendors in the parking lot can follow and pull through to unload, then all vehicles are relocated to a lot across the street that is faculty parking for the University during the week, but open unmetered parking on the weekends. I arrived, spoke with the market manager to locate my spot, pulled in beside my neighboring vendor’s car and unloaded. The market vendors, both regular and those of us that only do the Holiday market’s all work together to get pop up canopies erected, heavy items shifted and ready to sell when the 9 o’clock bell rings. I had Lance with a huge tent selling glazed clay coasters and plaques on one side and Bethany and her husband selling hand thrown pottery on the other. We got Lance’s tent and my tent erected, Bethany chose not to put one up with the wind threat. My tables were set up, my product displayed, it looked like a perfect day. The bell rang and business commenced along with the impending cold front. First we got a light rain and I was glad I had decided to put up the tent as soap, yarn, knit goods, and rain don’t mix well. Then as the rain passed, the wind arrived. One tent blew totally off of the food vendor’s stall and was caught just before going through a plate glass window. Displays were being tossed and some blown down. I didn’t fear too much for my tent as it had three 45-50 pound buckets of rocks and 20 pounds of leg weights holding it down. One by one, vendors were walking their tents out from around their stalls and collapsing them before more blew down. Eventually I began to fear for Bethany’s pottery and we collapsed mine as well as I watched a similar pop up tent break in the wind, using my heavy buckets to hold Lance’s huge tent in place until the end of market.
You can see the wind blowing the table covers and this was fairly early in the day while my tent was still up.
My shawl rack and my A frame hat and mitt rack would not stay on the table even tied down as the afternoon wore on, so I eventually just put the items on a table. It was a good day of sales for soap and beard oil, a couple of hats, but no yarn or mitts sold. The slouch hats were popular, I will try to get a couple more knitted before the December market.
Once everything was packed up and reloaded in my car, I drove home in snow showers. We had a 15ºf temperature drop and a 25 mph wind increase during the 5 hours and we continue to have snow showers, the first of the season.
I took advantage of being at the Farmers’ Market to get rolls for Thanksgiving, Daikon radishes to make Kimchee, the last bag of market salad for the season, some eggs since my hens are still molting and not laying, and a bunch of collards to enjoy with steak and potatoes tonight. Monday, we drive to Wethertop Farm to pick up our fresh turkey.
I still have not thawed out, but it was a good day. Now I need to make a few batches of soap, some lotion bars, knit some hats and start preparing for the December event.