It was very interesting to chat with market-goers last Sunday about the consorts, and to watch people's reaction. I talked shop all day, it never got repetitive.
It was good to be out there.
It was good.
It was good to explain what I was doing, particularly how and where I had started with it.
I suppose at a stall like this I was less likely to chat with the indifferent or those who might hate it, but some actually gushed until I was thoroughly embarrassed.
I encouraged people to pick them up, saying, "they are not finished until they're held in your hands."
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