Strange Folk

Yesterday, my mom and I set out on the all day adventure of a craft show. No, we weren't going to them, we were working one, the Strange Folk Festival to be exact. To tell you how big of a psychotic mommy I am, this was the longest day away from Syl. If you have forgotten the mommyspeak of months, she is almost 17 months old. That is almost a year and a half that I have never been away for Syl for more than a few hours. Yesterday, it was 9.5 hours. I deserve a medal.
Anywho, it was a long day. I had some familiar faces to see: my cousin's fam (word), the Butter's and their family (word to you all too), and others. But my booth was pretty busy the entire time. It turned to be a profitable day, so thank god for that. I sold more than I expected, and was just shy of my ideal/wouldn't it be awesome if I made this goal. Dave & Syl never made it out, though they would've had fun with the alpacas petting zoo.
Crafting is a world sub-world of the strange and entertaining. It was very family-oriented, mixed with the die-hard birdhouse makers. Interesting mix, to say the least. The next show I'm hoping to do is the Rock-n-Roll Craft show in December. It's at the mad art gallery in Soulard and is a really awesome craft show. Hopefully I'll get in, though I don't know if I can stand another full day on my feet, sans-baby.
This was another perfect example of how I'm not prepared to reenter the normal work force. I worked 9 hours at this thing at was beat! I ended up going to bed at 9:30, as opposed to my normal midnight sleep schedule. I forgot to mention I worked this entire craft show hungover. That's not important though!