Procrastination

The Saturday after next (October 30th) I am going to be doing a craft fair, in Bakewell Town Hall. So for those of you anywhere near Bakewell, you will be able to come and see me looking excruciatingly embarrassed with a huge empty table with only a tie-dyed tshirt and one cushion on it, with my mother sitting next to me muttering ‘I told you so’ in a manner which is not encouraging. Because the main thing I have learned about craft fairs so far is, don’t leave it until the week before to think about whether you’ve got enough stock or not. Anyway, it’s fine. I’m not hyperventilating and running about like a headless chicken at all, and in no way am I tempted to pull a duvet over my head, go down and watch Judge Judy, and start on the sloe gin. It’s all fine. No one needs to worry about me at all. {Sob. Whimper}.

I’ve got another interview tomorrow, hooray, with Vivianne from Kismet’s Companion – thanks Vivianne for being such a nice interviewee ;-), and do check back tomorrow for talk of tarot and soap. OK, now I’m off to rethread my overlocker, which is always my task of choice when I’m very very very busy and stressed. Bugger it, I might have a coffee first. It is my birthday after all (36! How did that happen? I think I’m probably justified in having a midlife crisis now. Peroxide, leather and electric guitars: here we come).