I didn’t quite get things right in time for the second fayre at which I sold my purses, either. The first hurdle was that, having agreed to it, I realised that I was actually out of town for the event. Fortunately my craft fayre buddy was more than happy to take my stock along to pad out her stall. So, while I was out drinking Glühwein in Liverpool with the fam, Ali was freezing her butt off in Newbury, selling my purses for me. Because she’s a gem. I did better on the stock front this time – I finished everything that I started, and even put together some marketing for my purses…