Wednesday, 29 July 2009

Heading for a fall - an Omen?

As indicated in my previous post I suggested that my ambitions and capabilities are pretty much at odds with each other right now and I am having very serious doubts about my preparation, or lack thereof, for my next two craft events. A two-day event at Ayr Flower Show and a seven-day event at the West End Craft Fair in Edinburgh - (what on earth was I thinking when I booked these events?!) I also mentioned the Scarecrow Festival in West Kilbride, which I attended last weekend, and how I thought that might have been a mistake. Well, I went and it was - a mistake - but not in a bad way; simply that I should have been here at home working on the upcoming bigger events rather than there having a nice time.

The Scarecrow Festival is a community event held in West Kilbride every year and for the first time this year they added a craft fair to it to provide additional interest. The craft fair was held in the village hall, which had a really nice vibe about it, I felt instantly comfortable there and looked forward to my day. West Kilbride is lovely, the village hall is lovely, my fellow crafters were lovely, the weather was lovely. Suzanne came and we chatted at length and that was lovely, plus I liked being at the beginning of something that will hopefully gather pace and become a regular fixture. Despite all the loveliness, there were simply too few people there to look or to buy and so attendance was not as I might have hoped! However, the reasons I went still remain - and the fact that I enjoyed my day made it worthwhile - it just came at a bad time for me and that is the only reason for any negativity.

The Scarecrow Festival was the reason why people were there. It seems that not many people knew the craft fair was taking place at the same time and so publicity was clearly one issue. Had they known that the craft fair was on, more might have come, but who knows? Anyway, it should have been a two-day affair but as few came on the Saturday, and I couldn't imagine that Sunday would be any better, I made the decision that my time would be better spent making and not having a nice time chatting to fellow crafters. So with regret I cancelled Sunday and spent my time working my little fingers to the bone with the extra day I had.

But as each hour passed I realised how much I still have to do! (I am such an amateur - what on earth was I thinking?! )

Added to that, this morning, as I was rushing to catch the 8.30am train to my paid job, I ran to hopefully(!) just make the train. I was sure I would make it as I saw it pull into the station, saw the passengers get on just in front of me, knew the driver had seen me as I was within two paces of getting on the train. I was almost there and was preparing my thank you acknowledgement to the driver for allowing me to make it, when he began to close the doors - (I was two running paces from the doors!). Those two paces were all I had left before I missed my step and went careering, flat out, on my face, hands in front of me, spreadeagled like you wouldn't believe, at rush hour on the platform!! The train ticket collector sprang into action, leapt off the train, helped me up and asked if I needed first aid. Of course I did but refused because I had already caused enough fuss by splaying myself all over the platform, causing a slight delay to the train - which I made! - but only got on because I was so embarrassed and needed a seat and needed to crawl away - almost literally! After apologising to my fellow passengers for my grand entrance, and grateful to the woman next to me who offered up paper tissues for my wounds, I thought "Where am I going on this train - to work? I think not!" As the blood trickled down my left leg from my knee, together with the blood oozing from my two skinned hands I realised I was in no fit state for work - so I dabbed at my injuries until the next train stop, got off the train, changed platforms, and got the next train back home - to lick my wounds!

So here I am at home with a grazed and very swollen knee and two skinned palms - (and I am supposed to be preparing for the two biggest craft events of my crafting life so far! Could this be an Omen?)

(Note: Despite my injured palms I can type because I was taught to type by keeping my palms raised from the keyboard - a ruler would sharply smack the back of my hands if they were lowered! Ah, so that was the reason.....!)


  1. Oh poor you! Take care and rest my friend... (maybe it is the rest that you are needing - a quick recharge and you may get more done in the long run). Yes, and I see what you mean about the hall looking like Killearn! Don't worry about edin - if you sell out, well... ? cx

  2. Well, first of all as I was reading this post, I was thinking what a grand idea to have a scarecrow festival, and to link it with a crafts show.

    Then, I saw what you meant about there not having been enough publicity. Shame!

    And then, I read about your train-catching tumble. My goodness, I agree with Caireen, do rest up, get those hands and knees a'healing.

    Best wishes to you, creative lady!

  3. take a bit of rest, you'll be much better for it; I hope your injuries heal quickly too
    Caireen is right if you sell out so what...not ideal on day one but not the end of the world either; especially at the end of the week there if you've sold your stock get out there on the Gardens and enjoy the street theatre etc!
    Wishing you great success

  4. Ouch! Hope you are recovering and not stressing out about Ayr and Edinburgh. I am sure you will have great successx

  5. Oww wow owwww!
    Oh poor you. My B left his feet behind the other week and took his face out on the gravel drive. That was a big OW so I can imagine yours only too well. I hope that things get better soonest. And no it isn't an omen just an unfortunate trip. You'll be fine!