As many know, I did not get into the charleston farmers market.
Funny enough, I didn’t feel completely devastated. The anticipation was killing me. Now that I have the answer, there is a sigh of relief. My sentence was served.
Oh well. My homegirl, PolyesterStella was rejected as well. I felt ill when she texted me with the bad news. She was a vendor last year!
I honestly do not know why I didn’t make it. Perhaps my aesthetic is too funky and chunky. the want something more refined. That is not an adjective used to describe myself.
I’ve always hated my display. Love the colors. Loathe the layout.
Maybe I didn’t want it bad enough.
In my rejection letter they extended an invitation to apply for 2013.
Um, not likely. I’ve been rejected twice. I’m good.