Bazaar Day

The first Saturday in November is Bazaar Day in my family.  It's been that way as long as I can remember.  We meet early and browse and shop and end with lunch.

My first memories of the bazaars were a bit different.  It was waking up before the sun was even peaking over the horizon and loading up the car and heading to the elementary/middle school in Eagle.   My mom & my aunt shared space by the back door so I could freely come and go to the car as I needed.  I would help bag things and run little errands until I got bored and then out the car I would go to read or sleep.  As I got older I started running the calculator and handling money and sometimes it was not pleasant, I'm sure, for my Mom to deal with my attitude.  I cherish those memories, though, they are what started and cultivated my desire to be crafty.

Later, after my Mom had stopped selling things and I was in high school & college, I didn't attend as regularly.  I'm sure sleeping was much more interesting to me. :-)

Lately though, we go every year and my Aunts & Cousins join us and it's nice to walk around and see what people can create.  Every year there is usually something new that I never would have thought of.  But more than seeing the nifty items for sale, it is a time to just be.  Not think about work, or chores, or what I need to do, but to just enjoy the time with my Mom and family and just be together.