not so good days

Yesterday I had two fairs and my daughter did one.  We don't just order the goods in and then pick it off the shelves we make every single thing and we package everything.  Most days are twelve hour days and this time of year much more hours.  Yesterday in the morning I had a lady who stood and in a very very posh accent asked me if I was as ethical and Lush!!  She was not of an age that I would have thought would go into their shops as she was in retirement so it must have been her family.  Anyway after ten minutes of podding poking smelling and tutting she actually bought a £1.50 bath bomb and then said oh it does say hand and made and local good.  The morning went on like that.  The lady at the stall behind me said it is when they look at you with this glazed look as if you are selling something they should not see.  It is also when people go by and look and say oh its soap in that way.  The evening got worse standing for three hours in a fair where everyone had not been told it was a shopping evening but had come for massage and hair done.  It completely puts you off.  I wonder sometimes if the schools do it as a fundraiser knowing that even if few attend they are picking up £20 off every stall holder and easy money spinner, when we have to make money, none of the stall holders are rolling in money.  I find it interesting that the ones I meet have usually been made redundant or had to move areas and could not get another job.  For me it has to pay the bills I am not in it to look pretty and I put my all into and find it soul destroying that people can be so rude.  Thank you for reading my moan and rant of the day.