Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The other part of my job . . .

I had a show at the Holiday Inn in South Bend this evening.  I haven't done shows in years, and I found it cumbersome to have to load my car with my products.  Of course, I forgot something important.  But it really didn't matter.  Sales were very slow.  The clientele was completely different from my friends and customers at the Farmers Market.  There were a couple of Farmers Market regulars there, and I laughingly said to one guy, "Well, I think it is a good thing I didn't bring kale tonight."

He replied, "I would bet that there is not one person in this room who would have been able to identify it."  Quite right!

I was able to get the word out about my holiday gift giving deal - buy 12 bars of soap and I will design a label just for the customer, let them pick out a picture or provide one of their own, make their own message.  Soap is a good gift.  It's disposable.  For those who read this blog every day, you will know that my mother considered toilet paper to be a fine gift - you don't need wall space or space on the coffee table for it, you don't have to dust it, and eventually it will be all used up.  All that could be said of soap.

I got home well after dark.  The chickens were nicely lined up for the night.  I parked the car where the headlights would cast some light so that I could count.  Yes, there are still 15.


  1. I like your mother! That is my kind of woman!

  2. Yup, she was practical and outspoken, and I still miss her. She passed two years ago, shortly before her 94th birthday. She still had a sharp mind AND a sharp tongue!