Colonial Day in East Berlin

To start off with, no one dropped any weird food and kicked it under my stand this time, no one sat any weird half eaten food on top of my soap. The only food dropped in my stand was dropped by grandma and I guess I can forgive that because she dropped it on herself only and it was a rather messy pulled pork sandwich and well, she works for the right price so you can't really complain. And did I mention she ALWAYS brings snacks with her??? There was nearly a crisis, but we managed to avert it. I flagged down the guy selling bottled water and he came running towards me with the big, cold, dripping bottle ready to hand it right over top of my soap. I started waving my hands trying to get him stop before we had bubbles, but he wasn't slowing down. Fortunately, I had a napkin handy and was able to get it under the bottle before it dripped!

Well, now that I've got the really exciting parts out of the way, we'll go back and begin at the beginning. I woke up at 5:45am to a weird noise coming from under my pillow. By the third ring I realized it was my phone and I managed to look and see it was grandma calling and answer it. Turns out grandma had been up since 3:30am and was raring to go by 5:45am. See, my insomnia is genetic, it's not my fault....and why was my cell phone under my pillow you ask? Because my husband has been out of town since Thursday and somehow keeping my phone next to me at night makes me feel safer. Although, if some wacko did break into the house the only thing it would really be good for would be throwing it at said wacko, but I digress...

When I got to town to set up I found to my delight that I was once again next to the hookers! Ok, they were rug hookers, but that joke never gets old.




I was also next to the guy who makes furniture and brings a lathe to demonstrate how table legs were made using only the power of your feet. He arrived after I did and I got to see him setting up his lathe. Please take note of the cordless drill he is using to assemble the foot-pedal powered lathe. Irony at its best.



Aside from all the excitement, it was a great day for us, got to see lots of familiar faces and some new faces and put a few faces with names! Unfortunately for you guys you don't get to see how adorable I was in my colonial attire because I forgot to get someone to take a picture. But mark your calendars, only 364 more days until I put it on again!