66 6 isn’t always bad #4

The rest of the season did not go much better.  I had  a few more vendors and a few more people came and went.  I made a couple sales. Each Friday was another lesson in humility, patience and avoidance… just because you build it does not mean they will come.  Sitting in an empty lot with vendors staring you down because there is no one else to look at takes a lot out of a gal.

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When I wasn’t at work or my side hustle, I attended events. Lunch and learn, networking, social media workshops. I was constantly asked “What is a night market anyways?”…not easy to explain when the idea in your head does not meet the reality on the street.  It is tough to be confident when the thought of having another unsuccessful Friday night market with or without rain was worse than eating glass.  They never tell you in business 101 that less than 1% of all new businesses start out the gate as a roaring success.  I kept telling people it’s a “market” at “night” seemed simple to me.

The season closed and breathed a deep sigh of relief.  I scheduled night market for 15 weeks and I completed 15 weeks. That was a success in itself.  I did not make any money, the summer almost stole my entire soul and I was sad, dejected and certain I was  never , ever in a million years going to do anything that ego crushing again.  Back to two jobs instead of three, I needed the sleep anyways….TO BE CONTINUED

66 6 isn’t always bad #3

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I kept soliciting vendors, tried to get more people to come out.  It was a horrible catch-22 I couldn’t get people to come because I had hardly any vendors and I barely had any vendors because people were not coming.  Some vendors were gracious and understood I was trying hard.  I would spend every Thursday before night market walking around downtown for hours writing our information on the sidewalk in chalk, pointing people in our direction.  Balloons on light standards, paper flyers… I walked and walked and tried and tried.  Sometimes after all that work it rained on Friday and washed away all my chalk drawings.  That would leave me completely deflated. Add the chaos of my life, the two jobs I had on top of night market to pay the bills and I should have been at the end of my sanity.  I certainly was not making a single cent at night market.  What kind of crazy person pays to work?  It was great for my diet… I had never been so thin……TO BE CONTINUED

66 6 isn’t always bad… post #2

…..From the outset it was not going to be easy.  The public market category had been eliminated the year before.  I was not a farmers market so I had to be a flea market for licensing, not quite the feel I was going for.  Our weather limits how much time you can run things outdoors. Trying to convince vendors or ‘night market traders’ as I called them back then was a challenge… being the new kid on the block, with no track record and no backers.  I will never forget the popcorn man telling me I would never make it, he would never pay my fee and I would NEVER get the city to change the hefty business license fees for “flea” market vendors and that would be on top of my night market fee.  Through my work  with the city the fee was reduced, and eventually eliminated as the public market category was re-instated and brought into closer alignment with farmers markets.  Making my voice be heard with the city and with city council were more small steps.

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The first season and fifteen days of business was horrendous.  It was a summer of rain, not much different than the one we have been experienced this year.  The first Friday, armed with one loving family member and  a total of 6 vendors,  we were set to launch. Promptly on cue for our opening day the sky opened up and  the rain began to fall.  I think a total of 10 people showed up.  It continued to rain each and every Friday, just in time for night market, for another 5 Friday nights in a row.  The last Friday of rain was a torrential rain sent from mother nature herself, it made the vendors tent canopies so heavy with rain they fell inwards. Some vendors were more vocal than others, some demanded their money back.  Quitting was not an option, I needed to try to up attendance and vendors to meet the obligations that I had already signed up for.   I was near tears, I wondered what I was thinking by adding more stress to my already chaotic life. …. TO BE CONTINUED

66 6 isnt always bad


Approaching my 66 day of night market in the six year of business equates to 666.  For some this would be a bad omen, but not for me.   Yesterday was a small milestone in a series of small steps that are easy to overlook. Today I choose to celebrate.  In 2013, during what was the most harrowing and scary time in my life, a small ray of sunshine found its way to me and I decided to start a night market.  This was the beginning of the adventure that has given me joy when I thought I had none, peace where I thought none existed and a new future to work towards when I was no longer sure where I was going or if I would ever get anywhere.

I knew immediately I would not become a farmer’s market, night market was going to be different.  It would be a socially minded, happy “3rd place” for people to gather while quietly doing good one night market at a time….to be continued

When life throws you a spanner….

Never tell the universe you are ready to put your head down and focus… for me that is when life throws a spanner in the works… this week was no exception.  I thought it was hard to focus with just my regular side hustle, job, meetings, kids, and then the spanner.

Interesting how your perspective suddenly changes and you wish you had “all that time” you had before to get things done.  Alas, I had to get super focused and that is no easy feat for me who constantly gets distracted by pretty much anything, especially if I don’t really feel like doing something… wine is a good one, there is a reason I take all those wine classes 🙂

Boss lady advice … when life is throwing a spanner at you find the business things you love to do and focus on that for awhile.  This is how you still get things done in chaos. I spent this week doing much needed therapy… vintage shopping and the universe was listening.  I need a 1970 phone table, old record player, chair, old books and kitsch… I was not disappointed and proudly stuffed my car with all my fab finds in less than two hours.  Not having rental space nor a garage meant I had to set it all up in the living room to see how it fit and what else is needed.  This is my wheel house and I was smiling.  Rotary phone works – check, soft lighting – check – big smile and a little fun – check – who knew work could be so good.

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Just a Little Time….

Screenshot 2019-09-01 at 10.21.07 AM I work best in the morning, it is the time I feel fresh and ready to put down all the things that were floating in my head while dreaming.  It is tough to work in the morning when you have a side hustle and a regular job, that means getting up very early … like 5am to work before work and then I come home to work at night.  Today was a joy, up early with several espresso’s, my keyboard and the full day ahead to do the daily weekend stuff.

It is challenging to find time for your side hustle when there seems to be a constant stream of other life stuff that needs your attention to.  We are 6 weeks from night market people, I am letting you know it is time for me to dig in deep and focus… only way to make a success is work hard.

Let’s see how it goes…. 5 am comes mighty early, #justsayin

Just A Little Time… every day.

Every day, everyday, you are the habits of what you do ever day.  It is what sings through my head as I go through my day, everyday. It is tough to stay focused on your side hustle, when there are so many distractions that turn my head at any given time. “shiny things, shiny things” …its like a bird being distracted by things that glimmer in the sun.  Summer in YEG is just one big long distraction, despite the rain.  It is truly when the city comes alive and the sun who rises and falls so early and late reminds us of what we have been waiting for all winter long.  Add to this a little vintage hunting for night market, vacation, friends and well I have not been practicing my mantra of “everyday, everyday”.

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It is 8 weeks until the next night market… which means I have no choice but to focus.  Being boss lady sounds “all that…” at least the title is cool,  although I do like Head Mermaid so much more, but lets be real.  If I do not do the work, nothing will happen.  Creating great events out of the ether is not a simple task, especially when you are bootstrapping it.  The marketing machine does not happen on its own and the skill set it takes to do this well is far from easy.  I bow to all you social media mavens out there… tough work in a landscape that changes moment to moment.

For every boss lady out there remember you are crushing it, every day one step at a time.  Hold your head up, do the superman pose, smile at your fellow boss ladies because we should all be in this together, holding each other up instead of pushing each other down.

Be bold, write your own adventures, your life right now, at this moment is the result of what you do most, what you are doing every day…. good or bad its all down to you.

What is a Night Market Anyways?

As dusk turns into night, Just A Little Night Market opens for a little summer solstice fun… all ages are welcome.


What is a night market anyways? Ask the Head Mermaid, Trina Shipanoff and she will tell you tongue in cheek “well…it’s a market at night…and no… it is not a farmer’s market”. Everything is handpicked by the Head Mermaid.  Stroll through the  fabulous marketplace in the historic Aviation Hangar and what you will find is  one of a kind, the new, the novel, 80+ vendors who embody the spirit of what is uniquely YEG.  A little something for the babies, men & their hair…clothing, vintage… old records, chocolate, pizza, psychics, ice cream, donuts… just to name a few.

Just a Little Night Market is special, it was the first of its kind in Edmonton and their passion for bringing together people is obvious.  Uniquely Edmonton, it is not your traditional Asian market, it has the spirit of Europe… where people come to gather and enjoy the moment’s in-between, to laugh with others and get a break from the everyday.

The Head Mermaid is a certified sommelier and she often will be seen in the wine garden greeting guests new and old, sharing her laughter and wine knowledge. Yellowhead Brewery is their sole beer supplier, they are the pioneers of prairie beers. Add the local live talent of YEG, rootbeer for the kids and what comes together is a great, good place where everyone is welcome.  You might even see a mermaid…if you are pure of heart.

Why Just A Little Night Market?  We are a non-profit company whose objective is to master the art of making people happy while doing good, one market at a time.  How do we do that?  We partner with local community groups offering spaces to bring awareness to their causes, we provide opportunities for the underemployed to gain much needed paid work experiences, we work with new entrepreneurs and local talent for what is often their first experience in the private sector.  A portion of proceeds goes to Rotary and Random Acts of Kindness.

This year you will not want to miss the Hoop dancing on summer solstice or the amazing line-up of local YEG talent.

Just A Little Night market because some of the best things in #yeg are the ones you discover.

What is a Night Market Anyways?


This is always the first question I get asked.  What is a night market anyways? I have to admit I always laugh in my head before I say ” It is a market… at night” . It seems simple.  When I think about it, I know I have been creating this space in my head for years.   I can’t expect that you have been in my head all this time.

As the day turns to night, and the drab days of routine and obligation fade away, we begin to look for something to entertain us.  For as long as I remember I have loved to entertain people, make them happy, find their joy… bringing people together is my jam, where the laughter fills the room and happiness becomes palpable.  I do not need you to bring anything … just yourself, you have been invited because you are part of my tribe. You understand that life is made in the small moments…

Just a Little Night Market is my happy place.  It is the recreation of the places that made me happy all around the world. Sure… it is hard work, takes determination and thick skin.  People like to shit on my dream and tell me how I haven’t done it well enough or good enough.  That’s ok… they were never part of my tribe in the first place.

Just A Little Night Market is a marketplace with food, drinks, music and a lot of laughter.  Without the context it seems rather mundane.


Living the dream …

Well, it has been about a week since my lovely virtual assistant started from way overseas… there has been some learning on both sides of the sea.  She works from 2am – 6am our time.. I thought I would not like this or not like having to rise early enough to communicate with her.  Quite the opposite, I enjoy waking up each day with a log of what was completed and seeing I have actually found a way to work in my sleep….

For all you small biz who are boot strappin’ it… Canva is your friend, Recur post works great and spend a 30 – 60 min a day on accounting, replying on IG, keeping up with the tweets … living the dream ..download