This weekend marked my second year to participate in my small town's Fall Festival.
I shared a booth with my mom, mother-in-law and friend Brooke.
I sold dolls.
My mom sold crochet head warmers, necklaces and bracelets. She also had American Girl doll clothes.
My mother-in-law sold bibs, afghans and Santa advent calendars.
Brooke sold tutu's.
It was nice to be under a big tent this year. The first two days were super windy and we would've been chasing our inventory all over the town had we not had the protection of the big tent.
Traffic was mostly light, despite a few spurts of customers. Still, it was more populated than it was last year, so that's good.
A lot of people complimented my dolls, but I only ended up selling two. I had a feeling that's about all I'd do since at a festival this small, people tend to gravitate towards items that cost $20 or less.
I can't say I blame them; I tend to be that shopper too.
I have a vague game plan for next year. Yes, I'm already thinking about next year's booth.
Even though my profit margin was small, I learned a lot. Mostly, I just had fun spending time with awesome ladies.
This year's festival experience left me with great memories, lessons learned, and a newfound agenda.
My passion for creating is stronger than ever and I can't wait to sew just for fun for a while and not because I'm preparing for a booth.