I am sat on my sofa in the midst of a building site that is my new lovely house,drinking mulled wine tonight as I write this.
Today was Grassmarket market day. Its March, and it’s rained all day.
I’ve had fun however .
I’m going to share what I’ve learned today as an amateur in this stall holding melark.
So today, as I said ,it’s March. It’s Easter weekend in Edinburgh, and there’s a touristy buzz starting to form around Edinburgh.
Taking into consideration the following expenses:
£total sales -£stall fee
(+£NCP day parking fee
+£my Paella, coffee and cake bill)
= I broke even.
Not too shabby for a rainy day in Edinburgh Grassmarket.
It must have been comical to watch. I spent my first hour fighting the elements! The Grassmarket is a wind trap! It’s designed to be so with that big castle in the middle of the city.
My table blew over 3 times before I eventually tied it down with the rope I brought.
Then to secure the table cloth and all the canvas art to the sides of the table and tent.
Once my art was laid out beautifully on the now supposedly anchored table, enter stage left HUGE gust of wind that blew the whole thing over again with Highland cow paintings flying across the Grassmarket.
-cue red face.
All was not lost however, as I was rescued by a flurry of American tourists picking up all the pieces of broken glass and torn paintings. 2 Italian men helped me find a manly way of securing the table properly. You gotta laugh at yourself.
Then I met Rachel on the stall next to me. Rachel’s been trading for a long time and had lots of cool tools and tips for survival on the stalls.
Lesson 1: Crocodile clips! They tie everything down – they can also help seal the tent and keep the rain oot.
Luggage straps also help to strap your goods to the table when the wind blows high.
Lesson 2: wear wool and leather.
I was cold and wet! I had on a long wool coat, but it really wasnt cutting it- my head and hands were freezing! Now I know why market people wear fingerless gloves. My boots apparently weren’t waterproof after all either. Layers of wool and leather trap in the heat!! Roll on summertime.
Lesson 3: plastic boxes
All my stock was in cardboard boxes under the table. Now picture the Grassmarket at the bottom end – the downhill bit, and what it was traditionally designed for. Gard-e-loo!
Yep Soaked. Sopping wet!
Lesson 4: I worked this one out myself. If your selling art to tourists, they can’t take big pieces anyone with them. Small art is more economical and darn easier to transport.
Lesson 5: this is more of a life lesson on my part- Park Thy Car Properly!!
I was later met with a £50 parking ticket as I discovered my wheels were outside the white lines in the NCP. My bad.
I made new friends. Learned lessons. Made a whole bunch of future bookings, because I plan on getting better at this every time.
For now, mulled wine,warm feet and a cosy bed awaits.
Obi says hi.