My business partner, Rebecca and I are both very into hand made goods. We carry a number of artists at our store: Roulette Vintage, and we both have our own hand made lines at the store. We also recently started a store line, Roulette Remade for vintage clothes that we reconstruct and/or dye. Rebecca had the idea to do a craft market in Carrboro, as a way to celebrate locally made goods and independent crafters. Our friend, Sarah McLane organized the first Carrboro Artisan Market with us.
I’ll skip all the work and drama that went into making the market happen, and just point you to our website. I’m still working on it, but doing the web design for the store and the market are my side projects. 
The day of the market dawned grey and misty. I called my dad, just to shock him with how early I was up. Rebecca and I were out bright and early, with A LOT of coffee in our systems and little sleep; waiting for the tent, tables and chairs to arrive. I think we may have frightened Eric and Jody who came early to help set up. They had not had the benefit of coffee. Scott, from Open Eye (where Rebecca and I met) then showed up with more coffee, cheering our souls with the prospect endless coffee fueled fun chatter through out the day. I will admit to some really fun giddy moments.
It does take more than a wet grey day to keep the people of Carrboro away from a craft market. We set it up and they came. It always amazes me how much people like to shop. My friend Thomas was out in the drizzle with his t-shirts and people were just going through the piles of damp fabric, smiling with glee when they found the one they wanted. I am that person too. Andrea of mi scusi hand made was also in the drizzle and I was talking to her, realized my head was a bit cold so I bought one of her hats. Very clever of me right? I will admit right now that I was shopping with gleeful freedom. Such fun!
Our friend, Michelle Coppedge Wallen, helped us at our booth, and our other friend, Mandy watched the store for us. Misha arranged the music and came shopping for a “stage” outfit for her show that night. It was the first Saturday in years that Rebecca and I were hanging out together outside the store, hence the giddy behavior. Good times, good friends, good times.
la fleur
Andy
