Why do Brits call a croissant and a muffin continental breakfast?! Who’s continent are we talking about? After a single glass of juice I ran off to the exhibition.
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Viktoria came with our frame that we had constructed at home and were to be put up to show our garments. Disaster no 5: we couldn’t assemble it. All frames were marked properly, but it still didn’t work. We had brought some old juniper sticks with us, that were supposed to bring some nature into the room. |
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Disappointed we had to settle for a table like everyone else. It made us extremely angry, but we learned that the marking must be even more precise ( but, it will be up at next exhibition in the end of January!). It was just to act like a sportsman: “So we missed a ball, forget it, serve us the next one…”
 My hats |
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 Viktoria's shawl |
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 Visitor admires work |
Still we got so much praise from people for our garments. We heard comments like: “You are to good for this place”, “You should sell at Liberty”, “Amazing!”
And we found several new contacts to nurture, with loads of help to brand ourselves even further.
It was a good day and the Morley Winter Fair personel were very helpful and nice and tried their best to make everything as smooth as possible.
The evening was spent with champagne and home cooked food, together with Viktoria’s son and his girlfriend. Fantastic!
So how about next distaster? Well… When I was to take the Tube westward, I (for some confusing reason) got on the wrong train and ended up in the suburbs. Obviously it was the last train for the night and I had to find the night bus to get back to London! HAHA! Want to send a whole bunch of thanks to the anonymous young man that helped me to the bus stop
Safe and sound back at the hotel I had trouble sleeping with all the noice from the street and the cold room. How about some double glassed windows, Britain?!