My Nightmare

It's a darn good thing that the craft show is this Sunday...because I actually had a dream...or should I say nightmare about it last night.

Right before I went to bed last night, my son, Michael and I were texting about the show. We were talking about what is considered a "good" show. Someone had once said that at a good show, you will sell about 25% of your inventory. Now I'm sure that varies widely from show to show, but if I were to do that....I would be one majorly happy little crafter! :)

I rarely remember my dreams. I'm not sure why, but I don't. I woke up this morning though with this funny feeling about me. I lay there for a minute trying to figure out why and then it hit me.

I dreamed that the craft show was in this old two-story house. There were a lot of crafters on the main level, but I wasn't on the main level. Oh no....I was the last person to sign up, so I was upstairs. When you got upstairs, there was one larger room and there was one crafter with a table set up there...but that wasn't where I was. Where was I? Oh, I was around the corner in this tiny little room all by myself!!

I had one table...not a nice big table, just one square card table! It didn't even have a table cloth on it! In fact, I don't really remember exactly what I was selling except for this plastic either glass case or maybe it was a very small purse. All I know is it was black plastic and it kind of snapped shut. I remember telling Irv that maybe I should take it off the table since I didn't make it.

Apparently I was having a raffle too....I had a clip board with a sign up sheet on it. You want to know what I was giving away?

A pair of jeans!!! HAHAHA!!

I told Irv about my dream this morning and all he said was..."You need some help!"

Come on Sunday.....