Friday market day again! The sewing room was buzzing in the morning as we all whipped up a few more balls and other new items to sell. (more on that later). We were also excited that Samuel had driven off to the Rotary shipping container event!. We were expecting a couple of boxes from Northern NSW. A combination of some items i had purchased earlier – lots of PUL and FOE elastic, as well as some sewing supplies collected by my parents, aunt, and friends. Samuel had been gone a few hours and we were all heading out the door for a quick lunch before doing the big afternoon transporting/market scene. But here comes the car! How exciting! The girls all say “Oh! there are lots of boxes!” Sure enough a total of 4 large boxes were emptied out of the car and shuffled into our cramped sewing room :)
Christmas!! Party! Presents! Open them lets have a look!
We only had a short time, so we tore the tape away and had an amzing time seeing what what inside. So much wonderful stuff!! laces, balls of wool, fabrics galore, books, sharp scissors, threads, threads and more threads!! And lots more! What a blessing!
Thankyou so much to everyone who sent these things over. The items are so valuable here, and the women know that this will help their sewing group to continue to move forward. It is such an encouragement!!
God bless you abundantly!!
Friday is a long day, so this blog will be a long blog :)
So we dragged ourselves away from the boxes of goodies, and raced home for lunch. Sweet Emmy had made lunch for us all which was wonderful as we had all been so busy. After lunch we cleared the table, popped it on the roof of THE TRUCK! (Yes it is back in action – somewhat).
Then we drove around to the sewing room and loaded on a treadle machine, boxes and baskets of products and chairs, etc etc
When we arrived at the market site there was a bit of a blustery wind stirring. We started setting up the table and chairs and clothing rack and putting our products on the table. The first sign that things may get interesting was when our clothing rack fell over. Hmm. We tried putting heavy rocks on the base bu it fell again, so then we tied it to the metal frame. However the canvas was flapping madly, and suddenly a metal bar from the centre of the top fell down and swung near our heads! Aghhh! Eeek!
We were getting a little disturbed.
Some market staff came and started wiring the metal frame at some places to make it a bit stronger. However by this time we were all standing around the edge and slowly dashing in to get our gear away in case anything else should happen. Our canvas roof was a particularly old damaged one, so the tears that had been taped up now started ripping with a frenzy. So the market men came and took off the canvas, and we all agreed to move our bodies and our belongings to a safer location – a fixed timber shelter. There we sat for around 2 hours. Chatting, snacking, and ooohing and awing as the wind continued to blast the coast. We finished off the hand sewing of the balls we had been making.
At one point a metal frame which had not yet had its canvas removed started swaying and then suddenly the legs were pulled out of the ground and the whole frame flew up and tumbled over! There was a lot of screaming as you can imagine. Thankfully no one was in the vicinity of the thrashing metal bars! I tell you my heart was racing!
Other stalls were securing their belongings and settling down to wait out the wind. We were all wondering if we should just reload the truck and head home, or just keep praying that the wind would stop. By around 5:30 the gusts were getting less frequent and we decided to have another go at setting some our heavier products out, as a few customers were starting to arrive.
We used lots of masking tape to hold coat hangers in place, and rocks to hold cloth books and cushions down.
And you know what? It was worth the hassle as we sold over $60 worth of products!!!!
Lots of balls sold, as well as 1 book, 3 school skirts, and 2 dresses.
Sinta, Anna, Novi and Nona were so happy.
And as the sun set over the ocean, the full moon was rising behind us over the hill.
We just made it home before midnight, exhausted but happy… and that is the end of the story…..