So, guess who found me last week -- a woman who interviewed me for Trash Ties years ago for a now-defunct web magazine. We met at the Fairfax High Flea Market -- the very first day I ever sold Trash Ties. It wasn't a craft-fair- type Flea Market either; it was a true junker. I was completely out of place. I had a booth full of all sorts of fancy, hand-made things -- hats, baby clothes, jewelry, etc. At the very corner of one of my tables sat a bowl full of Trash Ties, each set wrapped with a cheap, photocopied label. One small bowl.
That bowl had to be replenished many times throughout the day. And well before the day was through, I sold out of the Trash Ties completely. I hardly sold anything else. Hundreds of dollars in hair thingies, I knew I had struck gold. Those Trash Ties were then hidden-up until the provisional patent paperwork was submitted. That was the same day I met Scott Williams, the Head Hairdresser for Dharma & Greg at the time, who later helped me on many occasions - for free. Such a godsend. Oh, and Kathy Najimy bought some Trash Ties that day -- one of those "odd, somewhat-meaningless celebrity encounters" I've alluded to. Do you guys even know who she is?
Anyhow, Jennifer -- that's her name -- found me through someone else's blog, read the words,"Trash Ties," and ding! (a light in her mind and a new email in my inbox). She reminded me of our Flea Market meet-up and a lunchtime interview at a floral shop cafe on La Brea. Gosh, she even remembered where I'm from.
Whoa! Have you ever heard the word, redintegration? This is one of Isaac's favorite big-shot words. In layman's terms, I'd say it's when one memory opens doors to many more. That email brought on some serious redintegration. The floral shop, The La Brea bakery a few doors down, the nearby fabric store, the bomb-scare at the grocery store, Scott Williams' stories of being a straight, fat, curly-haired British guy (now very much thin, bald, American and gay) and so on. Oh, it goes on.
I love emails like that. Just another glimpse at the inter-connectedness of it all, and moreover, the reach of the internet.
I was also contacted by one of Isaac's old work buddies this week, Mike. I don't think I ever met Mike, but I sure heard his name a lot. (Yes, this brought on a bit more redintegration, but nothing monumental or even very interesting.) So, why do I tell you about Mike? Well, Mike found the URL for that live video of me from a couple of posts ago. So, if you hurry, maybe you can still watch the segment before its cleared off ABC's server. Thanks, Mike!
The flower photos? Just something pretty I had kickin' around. Flowers go great with memories.