OMG. I don’t know WHY I get myself into these situations…but here I am, in another one.
I got a stand at our local farmer’s market to sell my baked goods. IDIOT!
Not only have I never sold baked goods before…I also have this little thing I like to call THREE KIDS! What the heck was I thinking? Anyway, I’m in it now and I just have to deal with it.
So, today we went out and bought everything I need to get started. Like EVERYTHING…from all the ingredients to a tent to cover us. And I have to say, in case you hadn’t heard…spending money is fun!
So now, I sit here, pumped full of adrenaline from shopping, with a side of buyer’s remorse and a heaping load of stress on top of it all. I am actually smiling maniacally, typing away like Jack in The Shining. And at the same time, I kind of feel like if someone touched me right now, my skin would burst open and a ninja would pop out and Bruce Lee them to bits. No, strange street drugs was not on my shopping list…why do you ask?
Anyway, in the coming weeks I’ll be posting lots about the things I make for the market, but there may just be a random picture thrown on with no explanation. This will be because I’ve gone crazy. But, hey, if you’re in the area come by! I don’t bite. Although, by then…maybe I will.
Signed, only temporarily insane,
P.S. I actually do have a rash on my face and my hair is falling out. I’m going to the doctor to get it looked at. Prognosis: A severe case of biting-off-more-than-one-can-chew. Prescription: A week off…in Mexico! Who’s with me?