A medium close-up, three-quarter back view of a person wearing a knit, striped hood and a t-shirt, looking left. The hood is pulled up, obscuring the upper face. The hood features horizontal stripes in varying widths and colors: bright pink (at the top), a thin black stripe, a wide brown stripe, a thin black stripe, a wide gold-orange stripe, a wide light gray stripe, a thin black stripe, and a bright pink stripe. The person is wearing glasses, the arm of which is visible on the right side. Long, dark, curly hair frames the right side of the face beneath the hood. The sleeve of the black t-shirt has a partial view of a tattoo with swirling lines on the left upper arm, mostly obscured. The person is positioned in the right foreground. The background is an outdoor garden setting. In the foreground, there are light gray interlocking paver stones. A low retaining wall made of stacked concrete blocks defines a raised garden bed. Inside the garden bed, which is mostly in sharp focus, there are numerous spring flowers: tall white daffodils, purple-blue grape hyacinths (Muscari), and some orange and white flowers. Further back and slightly blurred are various shrubs and bushes with dark and green leaves, and another tall planter with pink blooming flowers. The entire background is naturally lit.
April 15, 2026
All entries, Handmade Thoughts, Markets and events

If You Didn’t Cry in a Market Bathroom, Did You Ever Even Vend?

Let me set the stage, because this market disaster story didn’t come out of nowhere.

This year has been a lot of behind-the-scenes work. Not the cute, aesthetic kind. The kind where you tear apart your systems, your inventory, your workflow, and realize half of it needed to be rebuilt from scratch. I’ve been reorganizing, resorting, and rebuilding how I run 42Doors so it actually works for me long term.

It’s paying off in a big way.

At the same time, it means my product output hasn’t looked the way I wanted it to, and my market setups have felt a little pieced together. Functional, but not the full vision. A lot of “this will do for now.”

So I walked into this market already compromising.

Starting the Day Strong… and Immediately Failing

Day two. Running a little behind, but manageable. I’ve got my coffee. Actually, two coffees, because I was trying to be responsible for once. I felt ready. I felt good.

Then I immediately dumped my coffee all over the floor on my way out.

No time to deal with it. Towel down. Future me can deal with that mess. Backup coffee secured. (Plot twist: The husband took care of it. He’s awesome.)

I head out thinking I might still make it on time.

The Train That Ruined My Timing

I hit the train tracks.

The car in front of me hesitates when the lights start flashing. Fair, we all deal with daily train wrecks enough without being in a LITERAL one. We sit there for a bit, then they move forward… and the arms come down right after. If they hadn’t paused, I would have made it through. The timing for lights was as way off as the train itself.

Instead, I sit there watching a train crawl by while my last bit of buffer time disappears and I laugh at the irony that if I hadn’t spilled my coffee, I would have been the person in front and already at the market venue.

So now I’m late, already slightly irritated, and trying to recover.

Here’s When the Booth Setup Became the Market Disaster Story

I get to the market, rush to set up, and immediately things start going sideways. Again.

I go to get my service dog settled under the table. She bumps the display with the mobility handle and a pegboard slips from it’s securement and tips. Small scramble, but manageable. I get her into a down and move on.

An indoor shot features a lush vining plant in the foreground and a framed tiger portrait in the background. The plant, a Rhaphidophora decursiva, sits in a dark, vertically ridged pot. Its leaves are a deep, glossy forest green, thick and waxy with prominent vertical veins. Some leaves are solid ovals, while others show the characteristic deep splits or fenestrations that look like long, elegant fingers. The vines are climbing a tan-colored bamboo trellis, secured by small black clips. One long, leafless green vine extends horizontally across the frame toward the right, curving upward at the tip with a small, pale green new growth point. In the background, slightly out of focus, a large framed piece of art leans against a light gray wall. The artwork is a close-up, warm-toned portrait of a tiger lying down. The tiger’s face is resting on its large, white-furred paws, with its eyes closed in a peaceful sleep. Its fur is a rich orange with thick, dark black stripes and white highlights around the muzzle and chin. The lighting is soft and natural, coming from the side to catch the sheen on the plant leaves and the texture of the tiger’s fur.Next step, uncover the plants I protected overnight from the cold.

I dump about six plants completely upside down.

Dirt everywhere.

On the table. On the products. On the floor. Everywhere.

A Very “Helpful” Service Dog

And my dog decides this is her moment.

She’s trained in intelligent disobedience, which means she can ignore a command if she thinks something more important is happening. Usually, that’s incredibly helpful.

Right now, she decides the most important task is helping with the disaster.

So she gets up again and starts assisting. Except her mobility handle is knocking into everything. Shelves. Products. My patience.

A vendor neighbor grabs a broom. Another neighbor shifts over to help and knocks the same shelf over again. The dog jumps in to assist the assisting.

At this point, half my table is on the floor.

I’m trying to get her to stay down because I need one thing to stop moving. She’s trying to decide if she listens or keeps helping.

I end up yelling “down,” which I do not do.

She wasn’t being bad. She was doing her job. It was just the worst possible timing.

The 30-Second Bathroom Breakdown

That’s when I hit my limit.

I told my neighbors I needed to step away before I made things worse, grabbed my dog, and went straight to the bathroom.

Thirty seconds. That’s all it took.

A quick cry. A reset. Lots of dogs hugs and reassurances that she wasn’t in trouble. I think she was more concerned about me sobbing than about her being yelled at though. She doesn’t take things personally for long. A couple people checking in.

“If you see dirt all over the aisle, that’s mine. I’ll be back.”

Then I went back out.

How This Market Disaster Story Turned Around

I didn’t come back to a disaster.

I came back to people helping.

Neighbors and complete strangers stepped in. They picked things up, reset shelves, brushed off products, and made my booth functional again while I was busy having my moment.

That mess turned into conversations. Those conversations turned into sales. Someone said something that reminded me I’d left my air plants in the car, which could have ended badly. They didn’t freeze. We caught it in time.

What should have been a write-off turned into something real.

What This Market Disaster Story Actually Taught Me

We don’t always agree with each other. Not in business, not in life, not in anything that matters.

Community isn’t built on agreement. It’s built on action.

Sometimes that action is holding someone accountable.

Other times, it’s giving them space to fall apart for a minute.

And sometimes it’s grabbing a broom and helping them clean up a mess without making it a whole production (it was enough of that already).

Showing Up AnywayAn architectural air plant with a heavy bulbous base and smooth, curly green leaves held in a distinctive organic pose.

This market didn’t go how I planned.

Most of this year hasn’t.

Still, things are coming together behind the scenes in a way they never have before. The systems are stronger. The foundation is better. Even if it doesn’t look like it from the outside.

So yeah, the table wasn’t perfect.

Yeah, I cried in a public bathroom.

Half my booth hit the floor.

And I still showed up.

And so did everyone else.

I have plenty of space for gratitude.

 

-Krys

 

PS: If you feel like the plants need rescuing, you might not be wrong. You’ll find them here.

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