Another curry and some Whittakers later. Also some ferocious exercise at the pool where it does not matter that I have cried because noone notices, I have come to a decision:
I never want to go back to a market again!
I am SO sick of those awful pseudo creative people that interrogate me about my patterns (“Aha, aha, and how did you do that? What kind of stitch is this? I have never seen anything like it. What is this? Aha, aha, interesting!” and tell me straight to my face that they would not buy anything but instead go home and copy me. Happens very once in a while but once in a while too often.
Does anyone of those fuckers know how it feels to stand behind a table that displays their soul?
I feel I could as well be stripping on the same table- I doubt it would feel any different apart from likely walking away with more money in my bra!
I am also so fucking tired of people being to cheap to spend $70 on a loop that took me 5 hours to make and used up $50 worth of wool (that I got cheap so passed on the discount to the buyer) and then head off to buy a coffee for $5. You know what! Go and buy the cheap and scratchy Made in China stuff instead because I have had it!
Thanks so, SO much to my friends though for their invaluable support and faith over the last couple of years- I loved to crochet for you and will not stop!
