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 excited and nervous, and barely ate anything before setting out. Butch assigned me my space next to a clothing vendor, who sucked on his vape as I scurried by. My husband helped me set up, unfolding the bright pink canopy whilst I draped a rustic cloth over my tables, and arranged the soaps. My giant "Handmade Soaps" sign was propped up artfully on the corner, and business cards were proudly on display. Set up completed, I went to look for a restroom - and ironically it was during this time, that my husband, who was watching the stall, made the first 2 sales!