You know those days when you realise maybe you've bitten off just a teensy bit more than you can chew? That sort of sinking feeling in your stomach when it suddenly dawns on you that you are in waaay over your head? That oh dear god, why did I sign up for this what was I THINKING sort of feeling? Yeah, I've got that. Today, tomorrow, the rest of this week I suspect, all. those. days.
Next weekend is my country fair debut. OK, perhaps one does not exactly 'debut' at a country fair. I've been selling my art for a little over a year and a half now. Mostly on Etsy (see the button on the right there?), sometimes at direct request of customers, and occasionally in winery shops and that sort of thing. My art is hanging (OK, I assume it's hanging - I hope they didn't buy it and throw it away!) in homes and businesses across Canada, the US, the UK and as far away as Australia. I should be feeling pretty confident with selling it by now. I'm not.
The catch is, all of those sales were either online, or to people who directly approached me for my work. No rejection. I'm sure plenty of people browse my shop on Etsy and pass my stuff by, but I don't have to see them. I don't have to hear them comment on why they don't like it. I also don't have to put a tonne of financial commitment into it, because, selling online, I can display digital images, and only print and frame as things sell - so by the time I'm really spending money on work, it's because someone has already paid me for it. This country fair thing is different. Early Saturday morning, I'm going to pack up hundreds of dollars' worth of photos that represent hundreds (or more) or hours of my work, drive them up to the fairground, set up my tent and try to convince people that my photos are worth their interest. And their money. This is incredibly nerve-wracking for me. Even though I can repeat in my head that I've sold enough of my work by now that at least SOME people must like it, I still feel like maybe I've just been playing at being an artist until now, and people there are going to know it.
Comfort food is obviously the order of the day, and what is more comforting than cookies? Honestly, all you really need to do is SMELL the brown butter icing for these (which is the easiest icing in the world to make) and you'll be feeling better already. And because there are bananas in it, you can totally justify eating cookies as a meal.
I won't retype the recipe here, as Kristin of Iowa Girl Eats does a wonderful job of explaining it, and I followed her instructions exactly. I will add the note that, although you think, "Hmm, banana bread cookies, I guess those will be OKAY..." the reality is they are much, much, MUCH better than ok, and you might just eat 3 or 4 before you even get to drizzling the brown butter icing on, and once the icing is on, well, if you can stop eating them at all, you're stronger than me.
Oh, and if you're in Southern Ontario, and want to make me slightly less nervous next weekend, come to the Carlisle Country Fair (located between Hamilton and Cambridge) and say hello. Maybe I'll have cookies! (No I won't. I will have eaten them all.)