My parents were having their annual two-day Christmas market and we were there to help out, and in my case, to participate.
Sales wise it was good for some, and less good for others (others being me), but it's always cozy as hell. Cold, but cozy.
Lucifer wore his fancy Christmas sweater
My dad and brother (and their colleagues who didn't fit in the picture- sorry guys) entertained the guests with some sweet Christmas tunes
Some of my new work that i kind of worked my ass off to finish in time... let's just say i shouldn't have bothered
I slept pretty terrible, as i was constantly awoken by either a restless Lucifer or a fire that needed tending, but i woke up to this:
Me and Allan took the dog for a (again, cold) walk on the beach before getting back into the market spirit
We had to get up and go to work Monday morning, so we left, along with my cousin, on Sunday night.
Jean-Luc was a real trooper and handled the drive down there and back with no problems.
I think we may have underestimated him.
Fun as it was, i am looking forward to this coming Saturday, where i can stay on Vesterbro and get my shit in order, and maybe even list some stuff on etsy.