Mini Martha in a mini market

I wrote this while I was standing there (at the PHS Farmer's Market) feeling dumb--I see I was very insecure about what I was doing & maybe that feeling influenced my lack of sales: "God, I feel so insecure. Ineware is in the car seat in the car. I hate standing here looking like a complete fool. Ghetto baskets on top of a Volvo--a lot of white people shop here (how can I stand confident with these cheap baskets?) [People walk by & ignore them] the kind of baskets they like are Martha Stewart style. I've been standing here for 5 minutes & no one has taken an interest. I regret doing this. I regret trying to step out on faith. I look dumb---Okay, maybe I can look a little more like a dummy b/c some teens parked a van next to me & the teenage driver locked them all out of the car accidentally...guess, I don't have what it takes. I feel like a failure. Need to go & get a real job & most people came for the fruits & vegies (& flowers). No one is supporting me cutting short---The other vendors actually pay to have a shop in the market. I should do the same. My confidence is_____ Huh! A lot of people here don't even celebrate Easter. My baskets suck. (& I am the one treating other people like they are dummies--to think they would actually spend their $ on this stuff). Maybe though I can pretend to do a market/cultural ethnography like I'm in business school....