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I had that fair again. You know, the one I said I would never do again. I don’t know what possessed me to do it again. I guess it is all about the fact that it’s in our town, so we’re literally two miles away from the location and that I hope local people will remember me from last year and buy my candles, etc.

It was comparable to last year, I guess. Saturday was okay. It was still hot but in the morning it was relatively nice and we were doing quite well until around noon or 1pm, then it was really hot and things just died off. Sunday was even more miserable, and I was only there for two hours before packup time (long story, but Steve had been there all day), I was ready to leave after five minutes. The entrance fee for this fair is outrageous, especially when you consider that it’s so hot, they are very disorganized, the size of the fair has been shrinking over the last several years (considerably), etc. So I barely made my money back on the entrance fee and that doesn’t count the other things I had to buy (water and stuff so we didn’t die out there) and the meals we had to eat out (no time to go shopping for real groceries because of this, let alone cook), etc.

One thing that was good though? This year I only saw a couple of my competitor’s brightly colored, specialized bags walk by my booth. Not like in April when we were in their hometown and every other person who walked by had already purchased from them. So that was really good news then, that even if I wasn’t doing very well… neither were they. :)

Anyway, we did have some fun, too, and this year I even took a little bit of an opportunity to walk around and take some photos. (Last year I only left the booth once each day I was so miserable, to go to the AC’d extension center to cool off and use the bathroom. :P)

Haha, as you can see, I couldn’t hold the camera steady at the critical moment. I always know exactly when it’s going to fire, but it still always scares me. ;-)