What a day. We set up from 7.30am, then I [wo]manned the shop from 9 to 9, with short food/smoke/toilet breaks. Expended more energy in talking than I usually do in two weeks. Met people from Taiwan, Sweden, Holland, Germany, the UK, the USA, Iran, Poland, France, and some new locals. Two shop owners approached me to stock my kits from the end of the month (when I leave). We had four sales. Everyone paid cash.
I love tourists. I love locals. I love crochet. I love cash.
The only tourist I didn’t love very much was, in fact, my first sale of the day. A Middle Eastern doctor in Cape Town for a conference was buying a pair of slippers for his wife, and wanted to bargain with me. He waved his money around like he thought he was a snake charmer or something, but I stood firm. I wanted to say, Listen, dude, this is a professional set-up. I have barcodes and printed labels and everything. Don’t mess with me, but I managed to find polite words and a reasonable tone.
Things I know I will have learned by the end of the month:
1. How to eat without moving my mouth.
2. How to say “Start with a foundation chain” in Swedish, French and German.
3. How to do pelvic floor exercises without getting out of my chair.
4. How to hide cash about my person when I walk to my car in the parking lot at night. My bra was bulging last night, and the coins were particularly uncomfortable.
Back soon x