Today is the day after. The day after we hosted the Michigan Holiday Alternative Market at the church. Our idea was to invite local vendors from the farmers market, local artists, and craft makers to come to the church and sell their wares.
We began the evening with an Evensong, which is Evening Prayer put to song.
We had 27 vendors come - selling things from handmade dishcloths, handmade gift cards, handmade soaps and candles, hand made sterling silver bracelets and jewelry, hand blown glass jewelry, vases, sculpture, hand made soft sculture (dolls), cheeses, Christmas greens, free range organic turkeys. We also had Creating Hope International (who uses space in our building) sell hand made fabric, lace, ties, purses, bags, made by women in Afghanistan - all the proceeds from those go back to the women, assisting in the education of women and girls.
A local hot dog vendor brought his steam table and served meat, turkey and veggie dogs, with all the fixings including chili. He also brought water and soft drinks. He was very busy all night long. A couple in the parish offered a wine/beer tasting of local Michigan produced wines and beer - some pretty good stuff, too!
And, some of the muscians of the parish played music through out the night - dulcimer, guitar, drums, bass guitar, and the baby grand piano. It was delightful!
I did a fair amount of my Christmas shopping!
So much fun! I am however, exhausted from being at the church from 6:45am until 9:30pm. Worth it, though.
Today I get to rest. Our son arrives tonight so all I have to do is make his bed and clean the house. I may do a little decorating too, in preparation for our Open House next Sunday - which will be a simple coffee, tea, cider, and cookie gathering. But we hope to have our Christmas tree up and the house decorated. So, its good our son is coming - he can help! Our plan is to cut a Christmas tree on Wednesday and spend Thanksgiving decorating it.
Anyway, a fun time was had, with more fun to come. I do have much to be thankful for!
That's my week. What about yours?
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