The Jaguar Versus the Wolf
Chapter 35 - What To Do Now?
Orbiting Satellites Book Two, Chapter 35 - Trouble on Isle Esme companion
Looking around my bedroom I felt a vast overwhelming sense of accomplishment. There were piles of belts, stacks of bracelets and wrist cuffs, and bowls full of earrings. Hanging on every knob I could find held a clump of necklaces. The chairs were piled high with folded scarves. I had made them all and enjoyed every minute of it. Finally I think I'd found a purpose in life, something to keep me entertained.
I had a few more ideas and I wanted to do them all and many more. The designs were just leaping into my head and I needed to get them out. But I was out of materials.
"Esme," I called. Hopefully she was home. Though he hadn't made even a single appearance the Cullens were still worried about Joham, so was I, and they didn't want me going out alone; so as pathetic as it sounded, I needed a chaperone.
Esme was home but had a phone call with some suppliers scheduled that she needed to take and wouldn't be able to accompany me at the moment. She did mention that Rosalie was available but it seemed safer to decline.
"Why don't you start sketching out your ideas," she's suggested, "until you're able to get some more materials. That way you can refine things and when you do get to make them they will be clear in your head and maybe you can be a little bit more… selective," she said looking around my cramped room.
Looking around I realized I had gone a little overboard. What was I going to do with all of this stuff now that I had made it? I didn't have a clue.
"Esme," I asked, "do you have any ideas of what I should do with all of this?" I already gifted each of the Cullens some of the items I'd made and the room was still packed. Not just this room, I know there were baskets filled with more of my jewelry and accessories randomly throughout the house.
"What would you think about selling them?" she asked me.
That sounded like an interesting idea. I already had sold some of the baskets I made with my Aunt, in the rainforest, when I first switched over to only human food, so I knew people liked what I had made. But I had always thought of that as a one-time thing, done out of necessity.
How would I even go about something like that? New Hampshire wasn't like the villages that bordered the rainforest. I couldn't go to one of the local bazaars, lay out a blanket, put my baskets on it, and wait for people to come buy them. Humans around here bought things in stores. I didn't have a store.
"If you're serious," Esme told me, "I could find some time tonight to photograph them while you sleep. Tomorrow morning we could upload them together. You'll just need to tell me what to type for the descriptions, and a title of the objects or any names if you've given them that, and the prices."
I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Upload? Descriptions? Names? "Huh?"
"There are lots of places on the internet you can put your products on to sell them, Etsy for one," she informed me. But the more she talked the more I hated the idea.
I wanted to back up and back out of this altogether. Maybe I'll have to find something else to do with my existence. I didn't want to have anything to do with those vile, computer, internet things.
"All right," she acquiesced, seeing my reaction. "How about a farmers market then?"
Farmers Market? I didn't know what that was either, but it sounded better, more my style, just by the name of it.
"It's a weekly, or monthly, event that's held in certain towns where artists, craftspeople, and small local farmers set up tents and booths to sell their goods directly to customers."
That sounded perfect.
Esme did a little research and found out that there was one about twenty miles from us in a little over two weeks. Esme seemed to think there would be a lot to do to be ready in time.
All participants were supposed to have signed up months in advanced, mid-August was prime farmers market time apparently, but Esme somehow managed to get me in. I figured she paid someone off, but I didn't ask.
"Alice," she called a few days later when we were discussing exactly what my booth was going to look like. When Alice arrived the little pixie already knew what we were doing. There weren't very many secrets in this family. "I was wondering what the weather will be like that day?" The Farmers Market was held on Thursday's, Summer, Spring, and Fall, weather permitting. It was too cold around here for the humans to be outside with only an open tent to protect them against the elements in the wintertime.
"83 degrees and sunny," she told us.
Esme looked worried. "This will present a challenge." Of course. I needed my chaperones. Argh. "I don't suppose you'd want Nessie and Jacob to accompany you?" She looked doubtful even as she said it, knowing I would not.
"Esme you can still go with him, like you planned," Alice told us. "You'll just have to stay in the car. "Use Carlisle's. The tinted windows will keep you concealed."
"I couldn't ask you to do that. Six hours cooped up in there, that wouldn't be fair. There'll be another one in a few weeks. I can wait." It was a disappointment but I'd get over it.
"Nonsense. I'll bring my laptop and get some work done. And there's a new sofa design I've been putting off. This will give me the perfect opportunity to do it."
When had Esme ever put something off? Clearly she was lying, but it was sweet of her, so I didn't object.
"If you even get a whiff of Joham or any of your sisters, the car will be positioned right behind the tent. You'll be fine." Alice tried to assure me, but it would have been more convincing if she could see me.
A.N. Not the most exciting chapter, i know. But i promise the next one will be. I'm actually really excited about it.
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