Hoops for sale!


It's official. I'm a Carnie. Or maybe just a big ol' hippie.

Saturday I went out to the farmers market and sold some hula hoops. Ten of them to be exact. It was pretty rad-- there are about 400 vendors there, it's huge. They all sell handmade stuff, art mostly. Some tie dyed shirts, sweet potato dog chews, glass beads, jewelry and now...hula hoops! Brandon actually sold the first one, I was off performing and doing market research.

I met so many cool people- most are older, fed up with working for the man. Others are serious artists hoping to sell their stuff and get noticed. I met a girl with orange braids who welcomed me- she sells furry hats. I met Serg, a Romanian immigrant who sells ceramic masks and works as a handyman with Craig's List refferals during the week. I met Carla, who sells catnip toys and now distributes worldwide. And Phillip- the masseuse who stands on the backs of his patients in the open air market and shouts to passersby that they should buy my hula hoops. Then Pug, an accordian player who was delighted to have me hoop during his performance. Pug comes every week to entertain at the market, rain or shine. He announced over his little microphone that I was selling hoops.

Anyway, after everything I brought home about $70, which is pathetic for two of us working 12 hours on Sat. It will get better, and I am thinking I could do this just for the sheer enjoyment of meeting all these interesting people. Surprisingly, Brandon also got a kick out of it, I thought he'd be over it after an hour, but he loved meeting all these "alternative" people. I've really got a scary amount in common with most of them. So does Brandon.

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