Things that sucked about the Farmer's Market:
- POOR SALES. Obvs.
- I had to park my car more than a mile away to find a place to park. Fortunately I was able to find a nearby metered spot to unload my work, but you're only allowed to occupy the spot for two hours - that's true all over intown Portland. I feared parking in the nearby garage would cost more than I made - and I would almost have been right. So I dropped off my stuff, parked at distance and hiked back.
- The farmers - some of them - were, how-you-say, unfriendly. I was careful to stay outside the designated farmer's market area, and not to take too much space, but some clearly felt that artists were interlopers.
- Well, hell. Sold two buttons and two bars of soap. Would have liked to do more, but it beats a sharp stick in the eye.
- If I had to sit around outside all day, I couldn't have asked for a better one.
- Saw several friends out and about in Portland, a couple of whom came just to see me; the others were folks I used to work with, then drink with, back when I lived in Portland.
- I made a new friend! Cullen Concannon, of Silver and Stone Metalworks,
- Came home with a jar of local honey, for my next batch of soap and for homemade granola, which beats the balls off of store bought. Recipe soon!
*by 'everyone" I mean the exactly three people with whom I have spoken about this event. All agree!