Rain, Resilience & Handmade Magic

My First Craft Fair Experience at Odell Park 2026

Saturday the 9th, I participated in a craft fair at Odell Park from 10:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m., and despite the steady rain that seemed determined to soak the entire day, I walked away feeling incredibly proud of myself.

Was it the busiest craft fair ever? No.
Did the weather make things difficult? Absolutely.
But none of that could take away what this experience meant to me.

I still made around $85, which honestly made me so happy considering the conditions. But more than the money, yesterday reminded me why I started creating in the first place.

Every bracelet, wreath, beaded plant, bookmark, coaster, and handmade piece sitting on my table carried a little piece of my heart with it. So much of what I create through Earthly Enchantments is connected to my healing journey — learning how to rebuild myself, rediscover creativity, and turn difficult seasons of life into something beautiful.

And yesterday, people saw that.

Even though the rain kept attendance lower than expected, the compliments meant everything to me. Person after person stopped to look at my work and tell me how beautiful, creative, whimsical, and unique everything was. Hearing that reminded me that the things I pour love into truly do connect with people.

One of the biggest moments for me was selling one of my wreaths.

That may sound small to some people, but to me, it felt huge. Someone looked at something I made completely by hand and wanted to take it home with them. That feeling is hard to even put into words.

But honestly, one of the most special parts of the day had nothing to do with sales at all.

It was having Ryan there beside me.

Being able to share this experience with someone who truly supports me, encourages me, and believes in me made the entire day feel even more meaningful. There was something incredibly healing about standing there together while people admired the things I created. For so long, so much of my creativity lived quietly inside me, tucked away during years where survival came before passion.

Yesterday felt different.

Yesterday felt like stepping into myself again.

Even standing in the rain, exhausted, cold, and trying to keep everything dry, I felt proud. Proud of how far I’ve come. Proud of the courage it took to put myself out there. Proud of the fact that I didn’t give up on the parts of myself that still wanted to create magic.

This craft fair may have been rainy, but to me, it still felt like sunshine.

And honestly? It made me even more excited for the next one.

Because now I know:
People connect with handmade things.
People appreciate heart.
And maybe most importantly… I’m finally allowing myself to be seen.

— Elizabeth
Creator of Earthly Enchantments ✨

Elizabeth Tubridy

I’m Elizabeth — a mother, creator, and woman who has learned what it means to rebuild from the ground up.

This space was born from a season of deep change. After walking away from a life that no longer felt safe, aligned, or true, I began the quiet work of healing — not perfectly, not quickly, but honestly. What started as survival slowly became self-discovery, and then something more: a return to myself.

Through writing, reflection, and creativity, I share the truths I once silenced. Stories about emotional healing, motherhood, boundaries, resilience, and learning to choose yourself after years of putting everyone else first. This blog isn’t about bitterness or blame — it’s about clarity, growth, and reclaiming your voice.

Alongside my writing, I create under Earthly Enchantments — nature-inspired pieces rooted in calm, intention, and magic found in small moments. Creativity has always been my anchor, a way to process, express, and reconnect with joy.

If you’re here, maybe you’re navigating your own season of becoming. Maybe you’re learning to trust yourself again, or simply looking for proof that it’s possible to start over — gently, bravely, and on your own terms.

You’re welcome here.

https://www.earthlyenchantmentsnh.com
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