Not A Hipster Mom

This week, I had the opportunity to participate in a "holiday boutique" fundraising craft fair at my daughter's junior high. I had never done something like that before - not since I was a child witnessing my mother embark upon her many entrepreneurial efforts, whether it was selling Avon makeup or teaching Bradley Method birthing classes. As an introvert with social anxiety, participating in a craft fair isn't the type of activity to which I'd normally be drawn - in fact, it's the type of event that I would normally avoid like the plague as a buyer even, let alone a seller. I hate crowds and noise - I hate the fair, Disneyland, and airports all for that exact reason. The only exception I make is for concerts, because my desire to hear live music outweighs my dislike of the above. So, as I sat behind my little, black table at the event, I found myself wondering just how the hell I got there. I was surrounded by loud, unabashed vendors, proudly hawking their...