Between scheduling conflicts, car troubles, unexpected guests, and migraine headaches, I've been trying to get to Portland's First Friday event for TWO YEARS without success. I haven't tried every single month, of course; I have no desire to stand on a sleety Portland sidewalk in March waiting for people to not buy stuff because they just want to get inside. But July? And July 4th, no less? Bring it on!
I had - I have - my ducks in a row. My pots are all priced and packed, I've got bags, change, and a calculator, and a small table for display. The table I borrowed from my mother - Portland is pretty generous about street vendors but they do require they you take up no more than 12 square feet, including your chair.
But now the forecast says steady rain, the remnants of Hurricane Arthur.
I could go anyway and hope for the best. I did make a decision that I am going to have to push all fronts harder to sell stuff. But Portland is an hour away, and the whole deal would eat up most of day with little hope of good sales. Not to mention standing out in the steady rain, hating life. Yeahno. Skipping it. However! Next week is looking pretty good - cloudy and warm, not sweltering - so maybe I'll show up Wednesday for Farmer's Market. I'm in town on Wednesday anyway.
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