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The Side Hustle Market...

Everyone I meet does something else.  We live in a country where you have to work and do what you love on the side, in large part.  Most people have to explore their loves in life on the weekend or at night.  Strangely, there are a large number of teachers in the mix, but...well.

So we came up with the Side Hustle Market.  We wanted to keep up with our mission of helping people become who they want to be. The Side Hustle Market is a market for artists and makers in the area to show of what they do on the side.  These are the things they make late at night while watching TV or what they look forward to doing on the weekend.

The key is to make it affordable for them to participate.  First, we are talking low table fees and lunch included on the day of the event.

We wanted to go a little further still.  What if we not just value our vendors, but invest in our vendors also?  Are there things that we can do as a group that would increase buying power?  What are the simple things we can do to make it easier for artists to be artists; for makers to make?

The Side Hustle Market is going to do all of those things.  We work to provide not only a venue, but also support for the vendor before the event; viewing them as our internal customers who bring people to our events.  We want to be able to help buy supplies.  We want to provide a year round, on line venue for sales.  What if we also invested in their appearances at other markets?

This time, the Side Hustle Market is coming to Waller's Coffee Shop in Decatur on April 6.  We are going to tempt and entice people to come out and see the artists and makers who live right around the corner from them.  See what your neighbors can do and support local artists and makers.

You can find out more about the event here!!

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