Wow, thank you for the well-wishes. I would be glad to put together a pattern for that quilt if I could find a snippit of time to spare. It might be far more immediate to just mimic it this time.
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!
Oh, and thank you, Typepad for featuring my blog this week. Whoever writes those features makes every blog sound amazine. Oops, amazing. But, Amazine would be a great zine name, wouldn't it?
The flower photos? Just something pretty I had kickin' around. Flowers go great with memories.