In which a dream becomes reality (sort of).

I have a dream, or at least I did when I was 16. I wanted to go and live on a beach in Hawaii, making a living from the jewellery and other miscellaneous craft items I was making, Tourists would love my wares, locals even more so. Why Hawaii? Nobody knows. I've never been there. Just sound nice, y'know?

Then reality kicked in, along with the realisation that the closest I would get to this dream would be a sea shack in Skegness. Why Skegness? Nobody knows. I don't even know where it is. Just sounds like the sort of place where dreams go to die. Sorry, Skegnessers.

But my crafting ambitions never waned. Sure, the candle flickered a few times due to the heavy winds of university life and the like, but it was never extinguished. And so it was at the age of 23 that I found myself back at the secondary school where my Hawaii dreams began, running a craft stall at the Christmas Fair.

Although the actual preparation for the stall was stressful (I'd been making things since September and still had a last panic that I hadn't made enough), I enjoyed the actual day itself. Massive thanks to The Boy for bringing his visual merchandising skills to the table (pun intended). I'd love to do something like this again, given enough time to prepare. I'm just going to need a couple of years to recover from this one first.