It's been pretty quiet at St. Lawrence Market lately, frankly. Almost nothing happened on August 24. Everyone was probably at Busker Fest, which had moved to Yonge Street after ten years at the Market, or the Ex.
The Saturday of Labour Day weekend had some unsettled weather, so that's what we told ourselves and each other was the reason for the lacklustre turnout. Even the farmers inside the ever-popular weekly farmers' market took too much of their produce home with them. Which is just wrong, people.
The highlight of my day was the visit to my table by the indispensable Scott's family. His brother Chris and Chris's wife, Wendy, were visiting from their home in California, staying with Scott's sister, Kathy, and her husband, Chris. (Yup, two Chrises. We're glad they have different last names.) The whole lot of them came by to say hi. Salome took pictures of us. (Ironically, Scott wasn't there at time.)
From the left: Wendy, me, Chris (Scott's brother), Chris (Kathy's husband)and Kathy.
The photographer, saucy in her outrageous hair and apposite felt leaves band:
In other news, it was Sticky Toffee's tenth birthday on August 25. He's the Yorkie-Maltese cross with the extensive wardrobe, his own website, and amusing and engaging "mother," who ferries him about in style on her motorized scooter to meet and greet his numerous fans.
He doesn't look a day over nine.
Across the street a lone busker was serenading us with nostalgic Beatles songs on his saxophone. Very pleasant soundtrack.
I showed an awesome new fascinator in reds and purple for the first time, using scraps of richly embellished fabric:
Isn't it pretty?
I did get a few sales. This is Maggie in her new peachy band:
Thank you, Maggie!
Morris people were on the march again. It was a Morris Ale event. Morris + ale = colourful fun!
So that was the day that was. I wasn't at the Market yesterday, because I had another commitment, but what a good day to miss! It was rainy all day. So thanks, Universe!
The Saturday of Labour Day weekend had some unsettled weather, so that's what we told ourselves and each other was the reason for the lacklustre turnout. Even the farmers inside the ever-popular weekly farmers' market took too much of their produce home with them. Which is just wrong, people.
The highlight of my day was the visit to my table by the indispensable Scott's family. His brother Chris and Chris's wife, Wendy, were visiting from their home in California, staying with Scott's sister, Kathy, and her husband, Chris. (Yup, two Chrises. We're glad they have different last names.) The whole lot of them came by to say hi. Salome took pictures of us. (Ironically, Scott wasn't there at time.)
The photographer, saucy in her outrageous hair and apposite felt leaves band:
In other news, it was Sticky Toffee's tenth birthday on August 25. He's the Yorkie-Maltese cross with the extensive wardrobe, his own website, and amusing and engaging "mother," who ferries him about in style on her motorized scooter to meet and greet his numerous fans.
He doesn't look a day over nine.
Across the street a lone busker was serenading us with nostalgic Beatles songs on his saxophone. Very pleasant soundtrack.
I showed an awesome new fascinator in reds and purple for the first time, using scraps of richly embellished fabric:
Isn't it pretty?
I did get a few sales. This is Maggie in her new peachy band:
Thank you, Maggie!
Morris people were on the march again. It was a Morris Ale event. Morris + ale = colourful fun!
So that was the day that was. I wasn't at the Market yesterday, because I had another commitment, but what a good day to miss! It was rainy all day. So thanks, Universe!
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