Ive' been twiddling my thumbs for days, and bobbing up and down like a demented yo-yo. Im waiting for news, some important and hopefully positive news. Ive been planning and plotting a new business venture for yonks. Dont laugh, but Ive hankered for a long while to be a market trader and an opportunity for a three day permanent pitch has arisen. I set the ball in motion and now am waiting to see if I will get my pitch.
What she gonna sell you may ask? Weeeelll it's fancy giftware. My God I love gift shops, but its a passion of mine that drives my hubby loopy. He hates them with a vengence and tries all the tricks in the book to steer me away from them when we are out shopping. I don't necessarily have to buy anything, I could just spend hours in them ooohhing and ahhhing over trinkets and baubles. Holidays are the worst time for him, as seaside gift shops draw me in like a moth to the flame. What better thing then but for me to be a proprietor of giftware, it just makes sense does it not? This way I get to indulge in as much ooohing and ahhhhing as I want as I source out wonderful nicknacks and the like.
Im keeping my fingers crossed and praying to the powers that be that I get that permanent pitch. If I get it it may also provide me with an opportunity to sell on my own artwork, maybe hand painted or drawn cards, and I even thought about trying my hand at polymer clay, or salt dough sculpting. Please, Please, Purrrleaase let it be mine!!! If I get it I promise to cut down on my intake of dodgy tv soaps, to put more money in charity boxes, and stop secretly reading mushy Mills & Boon books. I will even stop eating lemon-puff biscuits if thats what it takes!
Helen Forrester
