I sold at a craft fair this weekend. I paid for it in February; it was rescheduled several times. We had been assured that masks were a requirement and all the spaces would be spread out. It was dead, but I made my money back. However, I was happy not to have been close to anyone.
I keep thinking, "why did I go?" It wasn't necessary. I could have gotten the money back or just considered it a donation, like with another craft fair that was supposed to happen in April. The answer: I needed to get out of the house. This is strange to me. I am a homebody, but even homebodies have their limits.
I sold a few mask ear savers. Some people were thinking about their kids/grand-kids needing to wear masks all day at school. As registration for fall looms within the next week, I still feel uncertain about what to do for the kids.
The past few months have been long. With the uptick in Covid-19 cases, the upcoming months seem insured to be just as long. It's just a matter of day to day at this point. In the meantime, I'm going to keep making the mask savers and see about donating them to various places.
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