...and then when the sales didn't come in as thick and fast as she'd expected (and people were not absolutely fascinated by her demonstrations of the wonders of colour-changing marker pens) the wee girl took off to the kids'craft table and face-painting area, leaving me with a new companion...
...looking like I was exploiting my poor child's artwork to make money out of my limited sewing talent and child-like inability to merchandise and display.
In the meantime, I was able to chat to friends old and new, get to know Ali and her beautiful photographic work and eat Cathie's delicious soup and cakes.
The wee girl was happy with her day, too. She got to play with friends, eat copious quantities of sugar, get her face painted, buy a balloon doggie and use up most of the glue at the craft table. And she got to keep all the takings for the day.
My worries about agreeing to her doing this market (along the lines of "I don't want to encourage her into a life of being an impoverished artist") were soon put to rest. The girl has great business smarts. She'll go far.