
Just got back from a much needed vacation to San Francisco. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I stepped into the building in the bay area for The Renegade Craft Fair. It was amazing and overwhelming at once. After 3 1/2 hours of browsing, making lists of what I wanted and negotiating with my wallet, I got a business card holder wallet by Eleven Eleven, earrings (oh how I wish I could remember the artist), a necklace from Oh Hello Friend, a mobius scarf – something I’ve wanted for a very long time – from Archicraft, and dishtowels from O Califauna!

I also got a lot of feedback from the very beautiful Eva of Sycamore Street Press, on her experience. This was their last craft fair out of 3 in the past 4 weeks. Not to mention being an etsy seller the previous week, they have been busy. And I can only imagine. Being there and talking to Eva just made me more excited and antsy to become apart of such a fabulous community of hand made art. Every body there was inspiration.
The rest of the trip was very relaxing. Went and visited my Aunt, Uncle and my baby cousin Natasha in San Jose and also had a day trip in Santa Cruz. There’s one photo I took of Natasha on the boardwalk which I’m dying to know how it turned out. But I will be patient. Film is being developed now.
Although completely unrelated to any form of art, this was the one and only time I experienced something like a true Christmas moment. Tracy and I were on our last stretch home with just an hour to go. It’s dark and starting to snow. I see a car off to side and thought of nothing until less than a minute later saw a man walking. I yelled, “Oh no, should we help him?!” Instantly Tracy pulls over and reverses until we can ask the man if he needs help. He just ran completely out of gas and the next station was 4 miles away. We take him and he thanks us and salutes us goodbye as he gets out. But it’s still dark and cold and he’s still more than 4 miles away from his car let alone would be carrying a gallon of gas. Of course, we surprise him again and take him back. In the small chit chat we had he discovered we weren’t part of the LDS church and that he was a BYU alumni now living in San Jose and then we briefly talked about the football game the University of Utah was playing. That was that. I wished him a happy holiday and that now he’ll get home on time for dinner and we got another thank you and salute. We drive off feeling pretty good until I look down and see $20 on the arm rest. “Noooo! He gave us money! Should we turn around and give it back?” Both of us feeling bad that he had given us money when we really didn’t feel opposed at all, we concluded that he probably just wanted to return the favor that we gave him. Then Tracy gets a brilliant idea. We’ll buy $20 worth of food and donate it.
Talk about paying it forward. What a good feeling.