Let me set the scene.
I’m in Newport, shopping at Anthropologie , (I mean, where ELSE would I be on a Wednesday night around 7pm?) with my photographer. We were in the fitting room and enjoying light banter and dreaming of the wonderful wardrobes we could have, given an unlimited budget.
I was sitting on a large, poofy ottoman and realizing that I need to paint my toes. Badly.
A woman with a rather cautious smile approaches me.
The following scene unfolded and has left me with a smile. The same one that I woke up with this morning. (Slight variations could have occurred, and I take no responsibility. It was 7pm and I still had not eaten dinner. I become a completely mindless goon with no food after 5:30pm. I’m an “early bird special” type of gal)
“Hi….i don’t do this normally….I feel kinda weird….
“Hi!” (thinking she is going to tell me that she doesn’t want to be mean, but the pants I’m wearing really aren’t flattering)
“Hi. Do you…..have…..a…..blog? Cherry Lane, or Tree Lane……”?
“Yes! That’s me! Cherry Tree Lane! (almost falling off said ottoman)
“Hi! I read your blog!
Photographer comes out of fitting room (wearing something fabulous that she should have bought, but was smart and put back on the rack. Kids got to eat.).
“Are you serious?!!! Oh my gosh! Nice to meet you!” (again, trying not to scream or fall off ottoman)
~and the scene continued. Shaking of hands, sharing of happiness and chats about her daughter and mine.
It was a seriously important moment in my life. I am almost 100% sure that there are several of you that will laugh at that. And 98% sure that some of you might even feel sorry for me.
And that’s ok.
But think about it. Think about something you enjoy doing, something you are passionate about. Something you love doing. Now think about when you accomplished something related to that endeavor.
Received your Masters Degree. Won an award for a delicious pie you made. Walked in graduation. Gave a great speech. Made the perfect meal for guests. Finished a wonderful thesis. Painted that lovely piece hanging in someone’s house. Finally finished a 1000 piece puzzle. Closed the back cover of anything Tolstoy.
Now, calm down. I’m not equating my meeting a stranger to all of the 4 years work that goes into a college degree. That’s not what I mean.
But I will say that I love my blog and it is a passion of mine and I have not felt that proud or accomplished (aside from the day that my daughter finally “got it” and said “Please!”) in a long time. It was a moment when I realized that I’m reaching and connecting with others. Something that is very important to me. I talked to God the whole way home, thanking him for that happy moment. After-all, He allowed it. I might as well of had a cap and gown on (weird in an Anthro fitting room, but visualize it with me) and Amy moved the tassle from one side to the other. That is how good I felt.
Laugh all you want. Make fun of me for getting giddy about this. It’s ok.
I’m on cloud 9 and I might just wear this smile for a few more days.
Thank you, Amy.