I know, I know it's hard to tell. oh, did I also mention that I have a tendency towards sarcasm??
No really, it's true.
There was an incident many years ago when I first moved to California the land of touchy feelies and therapy. I was working in a quaint little Inn in Northern California which also housed a restaurant where I was the sous chef. Now there was a bit of a dichotomy happening here, on the inn side we had a lovely group of sweet, friendly, cheerful staff and in the restaurant we had well...chefs.
I was elected to do the brunch for the inn's patrons and thus had to interact with the sweet and cheerful people first thing in the morning. No surprise that it wasn't long before I was sitting in the managers office having a discussion about my lack of "perkiness". Yes, the word "Perky" was actually used and yes I was incredulous and of course cynical and sarcastic about the whole thing.
Here's some cake, which frankly has nothing to do with this post but cake can be perky, can't it?? I'm trying to make up for lost time here. Besides, I need a photo somewhere in here.

It surprises me as much as it must you that this post is in fact about kindness. I spent many years in the food business working with all manner of cynical and sarcastic people, well other than that aforementioned perky group that is. I reveled in it, I felt at home and enjoyed all the hell that came along with restaurant work. These days I do tend to lead a more mellow kind of lifestyle and I have come to know a whole different kind of world with the crafters/designers/makers/artists that I regularly encounter these days. It really is a culture shock to me that this group of people are so kind and helpful.
I am regularly amazed and humbled by how much fellow crafters support one another. I am not sure if it's due to the common goal of a handmade revolution or just the nature of people who create stuff in general but never have I met a group of people who are more thoughtful.
Something happened recently, when I was a stall holder at the last Made in the Shade Spring Jamboree in Glasgow, that put these thoughts into the forefront of my mind. By the way should you even encounter the opportunity to be a part of Made in the Shade in any way shape or form-do it. Anyway, here I was at MITS with my ever present helper, the Peanut. Now the Peanut is a fabulous helper and in fact was also marketing her own stuff in the start of a five year olds crafty empire, but the Peanut can only take staying behind a stall for so long before she needs a little break. This break normally takes the form of looking very carefully at all the other stalls and then returning to ours with her eyes shining with excitement over a potential purchase, usually something gothy or sparkly.
This time it was fascinators, some both gothy AND sparkly! The Peanut found excuses to return to one particular stall many times to fondle the gorgeousness that she'd found there. I am pretty sure she asked questions as I did get regular reports about said stall, how much things were, how she hope they sold some stuff and how much she though that they actually had sold. I myself am pleased to say that I was constantly busy so I never got a real chance to look at the fascinators, though I would have loved to.
A few days after the jamboree I received an email from Sara at Margolily who was the stallholder with all the pretty things that the Peanut had so admired. She was writing to ask if she could send Peanut a surprise in the the mail so I sent our address. Soon after that a box arrived addressed to the Peanut and inside was an absolutely stunning blue sparkly hair band adorned with rich blue feathers and an extravagant butterfly! Well, you could have scraped the Peanut up of the floor after that! Enclosed was a card from Sara thanking the Peanut for making the fair so nice for her. It is impossible to get a photo of the Peanut lately without her doing absurd poses, so I just went with this.

I personally didn't meet Sara, she didn't want anything, she didn't even send a business card or a return address. It was a complete and pure act of kindness towards a small girl who clearly adored her work. I thank you so much for your kindness Sara and there is nothing cynical or sarcastic in that.








