The Market Life

I wanted to do a trial run of what it would be like to sell my soaps at a market. Living in Rosslyn, it was only natural that I go up the street to Court House and set up shop there. Butch, who runs the Saturday market, said to show up by 7.30 a.m. and he would assign me a spot. The week before my market debut, I rushed around preparing for all kinds of things. I purchased a canopy and folding tables. My husband got me a Square reader for credit card transactions, and I bought a cash box for loose change. My inventory had to be labeled and loaded into the car the night before, so I was good to go in the morning. Saturday February 18th was a bright and unusually warm day for winter. I was exc