A weekend of disappointments

This weekend was a like a punch to the stomach. Disappointment after disappointment.

The craft show was awful. Friday night I did really well, cleared out a lot of my stock and gained some new fans. Yay! Saturday morning I woke up and the roof caved in...

Not only was it freezing all day, it rained constantly and left us with a river in front of my area of booths. We actually heard people say "We can't go in there, how are we going to get across that yuck?" My poor mother froze her tush off. I was running on only a breakfast of cold nachos, and if you know me at all you'll know I can be a monster if not fed properly. The staff was less than accomodating. While most of our neighbors were nice, we had a booth full of catty, super snobby girls on the side of us. I had a very loud conversation with my mother about how it was a shame that some of the vendors were so snobby, how fellow crafters should be supportive and friendly to one another... because you just never know who you're being snobby to.

I was miserable. I won't be going back.

The rest of today proved to be disappointing as well. People that expect you to be their shoulders, their ears, suddenly disappear when you need their support. People that love to make a quick jab at you when you're down but never say congrats when you've done well. I won't be expending my energy on those so-called "friends" any longer.

I don't mean to sound melodramatic, but there was much more disappointment that I'm just not comfortable sharing. I feel emotionally and physically drained by it.

Hopefully the rest of the weekend will be better. I have a trunk show on Monday that I'm really looking forward to. For now, I'm signing out. I'll be back when I have a more uplifting post to share.

Night friends.