I thought I had a pretty sweet deal going in the van to MadeLondon, it certainly sounded better than the five am megabus. Once I had trekked across town carrying a ten pound axe (for my dad's birthday) and carried all the stock down two flights of stairs I wasn't so sure. Once we got to London there was more carrying, then we built our beautiful stand (by far the best there, thanks Charlie).
The atmosphere at Made was great, and I got a lot out of talking with the other makers there and with the visitors, too. Despite the biting cold plenty of people came along, bought some of our lovely things and were genuinely interested in the work and it's making.
The atmosphere at Made was great, and I got a lot out of talking with the other makers there and with the visitors, too. Despite the biting cold plenty of people came along, bought some of our lovely things and were genuinely interested in the work and it's making.
After three days underground and a diet of pret a manger sandwiches and coffee I was glad to see that van again. Now I've caught up on sleep it's back to the grindstone, making Christmas stock.
Well done to Sally, Alice, Bryony (and me) for bringing Bristol's best to the big smoke.
Well done to Sally, Alice, Bryony (and me) for bringing Bristol's best to the big smoke.
