The Village Voice

The other day I got excellent mail from misbegotten, thank you so much! ♥

Class wasn't on this week, and isn't on next week either, yet again cancelled via the main Friday newsletter and not Rosie herself. I really hope she's okay, and more selfishly, that she's back asap. I'm missing my routine, and my friends from class.

It was the first craft fair of the year last Saturday, but sadly it was a bust with all of three sales totalling £7. A profit that was quickly reversed by the £15 table fee, two cups of coffee and a toastie for £4, two goes at the cat rescue tombola for £2, two strips of raffle tickets for £2 -- though we did win a very cool 3D printed elephant from that -- and Bodhi and Kayleigh calling in to see us, which resulted in me buying Bodes a Stitch cup for £5. So yeah, that £7 didn't last long.

But, on the plus side, we met up with our crafting friends again, and it wasn't just our stall. Talking to people who've been doing the craft fair circuits for years, the first few months are always apparently dire for sales, which makes sense I guess. I know the woman who has the table next to ours had no sales either, and she has a fantastic stall as she does the fairs as a full-time job.

So, this coming weekend off, but then three different Saturday fairs in March, and I have to have hope that they will be better. But some crafty plusses, James sold another piece from the craft shop and just got another commission from TikTok, so those are working out nicely. Another story from TikTok, apparently, once you hit over 5k followers, brands can get in touch about collaborations, where you get sent free products and get commission for selling them on your page. James got his first two offers yesterday, a face roller, and what keeps making me laugh each time I think about it, a wine glass that's cut in half, so you can drink half a cup of wine. Sadly, he said no to rolling his face and the strange glasses.

I don't think I said, but I got a call from the pharmacy last week saying the manufacturers of my compressions had just been in touch saying they didn't have the mango yellow colour. Now, this was weeks after the script had been put in, and only hours after I'd called into the pharmacy to ask if the compressions had arrived yet. You could say it was a total coincidence that the manufacturer happened to pick that afternoon to get in touch with the pharmacy to say they couldn't fulfil part of the order. Or you could say the pharmacy messed up again somehow and had just sent over the script when I reminded them. I know which one I'm leaning towards.

Bodhi's on half-term holiday from school this week, so I've seen her a few times. She was here for a few hours on Tuesday and was most disgusted when she found out that not only was I married to a boy but that I had kissed him too. Apparently, that was all kinds of wrong and yucky *g*

She was also here yesterday and had me doing back to back games of the floor is lava, copying the actions from videos we were watching on tv. Thankfully, she left just before the Bluey version that had Bingo doing the worm across the floor. Because spinning I could do, jumping, too, just! But the worm, not so much.