I'm possible.

This is a play on words my friend Bec made while promoting her market project, The Impossible Market. As Bec sees it, her market celebrates the makers and doers who have done what they once thought was impossible, as she has with her blooming business, House of Bec.

These are also the words I will need to repeat to myself this month as I take the challenge to be one of the vendors in the second edition of the market, next month, on the 11th.

Her concept is to exhibit about 20 stalls each time with about half of these being experienced market sellers, and the other half, you guessed it, a selection of newbies, either launching a new business or simply having a one-off experience.

For now, I see myself as the latter but depending how things go, who knows? It might turn into the former.

The plan is to sell some of the macrame pot hangers I have been making. These are simple, on trend and quick to make whilst still being decorative and functional. Unlike knitting, it's not impossible to imagine making a sustainable small business model out of it.

We're not quite there yet though. First, I have to survive the next few weeks leading up to the 11th. I now have a pretty good idea of what I will be making and my supplies, 750 meters of cotton rope, are in the mail on their way to me.

Once the rope arrives, I'll just need to figure out when I'll make everything. Probably during naps and in the evenings.

There is so much to think about. What I will make, how much to sell it for, how to present it, what to buy for the display, how to make do with what we have, how much I will need to sell to break even... let alone make a profit, what my business (or at least stall) will be called!

My brain has been buzzing with ideas. Some for this month, some for later. It's keeping me awake with a mixture of excitement, anticipation, questions and some fear. What if I make is terrible? what if I don't sell anything? What if I don't pull it off?

Since I have now committed to it, the question of pulling it off is off the table. It just needs to happen. As for selling, well, we'll see.

The fantasy of making and selling things as a source of income has been one that I have entertained so many times in so many forms, from knitting to making felt toys, to jewellery and so on... It's an itch that I finally have an opportunity to scratch. I don't know what the outcome will be. I might hate it and curse myself at night when I am making some macrame pot hanger when I should be sleeping or I might love it and wait for next month with anticipation and new ideas.

I don't know, which is why I need to try. I need to get the fantasy out of my system and test it, see how it feels, have a laugh about it or get serious.

Either way, it will be challenging but not impossible. I'm possible.