"Seeing red" not in a bad way (as in being in the red), but when I processed the photos I took of my booth this past weekend, I noticed more red creeping in. It's not conscious—pinky swear—but it's surprising to me. I do believe, though, that it does capture the eye.
Because Chartreuse has monthly barn sales (rather than being open all the time), the weekend before the sale, for me, is a freak-out boof foof weekend. Bring in the new junk, rearrange the old junk, pull some dead junk. Endless loop!
Some weekends it takes HOURS. I'm simply not one of those people who can plan in advance, nor can I instantly and intuitively know what is going to work. I push, I cajole, I swear.
Other weekends, you get lucky. This time it only took me 3 hours to figure it out—and that involved a lot of much-needed gabbing with fellow dealer Susie and her husband Steve (whose testosterone helped pull down another pallet wall!).
I know many of you enjoy the foof process. Maybe you're not in a hot barn. Or itching to get your hands on a cold beer.
I'm looking forward to the monthly sale this weekend—and already anticipating the bonus "Market Days" show we've got in 3 short weeks. Time to find more donuts.