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wotd: neophyte

neophyte \NEE-uh-fyt\, noun:
1. A new convert or proselyte.
2. A novice; a beginner in anything.

I've been to plenty of craft fairs, but when it comes to being a craft fair vendor, I'm a neophyte. This weekend I'm sharing a space with my friend Susan, who makes jewelry, at the KXCI Festival en el Barrio Viejo. I'll be hawking bottle cap earrings and pendants, Capri Sun juice totes in several different styles and sizes, and bottle cap/glass pebble crosses. I'm excited and nervous. Wish me luck.

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sulu-design said…
Good luck! Sounds fun. Looking forward to seeing what word applies to you post-fair.
7:18 AM
shy_smiley said…
Thank you, sulu. I myself am curious to see how the dictionary(dot)com's WOTD aligns with my festival experience.
9:50 PM
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