This week I have been remiss on our blogsite, and I do apologize. I have been encouraged to join a weeklong bazaar at our local city hall. Since I haven’t tried this before, I have decided to give it a go with a couple of my classmates.
I attended the orientation. The space with the tent was free. We just needed to bring a table and our products. So the weekend before the bazaar, we went to the drop off veggie market and made some pickled radish, papaya and chayote. We finished several dozens that day. I also thought maybe to sell my baked products, so one day I happily baked some of my faves, like Lengua de Gato Cookies, Mini Ensaymada and Mini Cheese Roll. My other classmates made their own items as well.
The 1st day of the bazaar I was assigned to people our table. I was excited, and glad that our instructor advised one of my classmates to accompany me. We sat from 7am-5pm. I did not realize how hard it was to sell and sit for long hours. My butt really hurts. I just felt tired and at the same time at awe at those people who worked this way everyday. I suggested to our class that there should be a shift of 4hrs at a time.
The first day was the busiest. Councilmen and other city hall officials came-by and bought goods. There was even this stall behind us, selling lugaw (rice porridge) that sold out around 3 hrs after opening. Wow!
I had a repeat client. Who bought all my mini ensaymada and cheese roll the 2nd day. She messaged me and reordered a few more on our last day at the bazaar. I realized something about supplying baked stuff, which was another tiring thing. Time management was really crucial, as well as proper storage.
Anyways, I helped out together with one of my mommy classmate during the week. I learned many things about being a bazaar vendor. It was an experience for my butt, my pockets and myself…but I wouldn’t mind doing it again. To the next bazaar…