But first, some pretty: I did the Sugar House Holiday Bazaar (2nd annual, baybee!) at House of Vintage in Delray Beach on Sunday. Here was my table:
I made pretty good money. Much better than last year, and much better than expected. And it almost didn’t happen.
My partner cancelled at the last minute. Her daughters were in a Christmas play, and I understand — family comes first. But I didn’t have a table, she is the holder of our table. So she brought it over, and my fears were correct: Saturday morning, an hour and half before the show, it wouldn’t fit in my husband’s Jetta.
So MacGyver-ess here put four TV trays together, slapped her blocking board and a tablecloth on top and voilá: instant table.
And now, we were set to leave tomorrow for our vacation to visit my husband’s family in South Carolina. I was excited: My first trip to a yarn shop in forever. Cool weather. And a chance for hubby to be happy.
Last night, his car (our only one) broke down on a busy thoroughfare. We got it started again with the help of a nice samaritan, and to the dealership. Where a nice employee gave us a lift home. All my friends were gone or working, and the dealership’s shuttle van was done for the day.
What we hoped was a dead battery was much, much more, and so, the car won’t be ready and the price is too astronomical to allow us to make the trip anyway.
Every day I ask myself if this year can get any worse, but somehow, it manages to. I am really not that upset, I am mainly saddened for my husband, who rarely gets to visit his family.
I won’t let the disappointments of this year break me. I look forward to rebuilding and reinventing my life in 2010.
But more than that, I look forward to drinking myself into a stupor on New Years Eve. HOLLA!
And for Christmas, we are going to celebrate the way the chosen ones do: A movie and some Chinese food. No disrespect meant. We celebrate all faiths here, so happy whatever you may celebrate! Have a great one, and may 2010 come soon soon soon!