Before I was born and throughout my toddler years, my father was a policeman. I used to love hearing his stories about that time of his life. No, I don’t remember being an infant and sleeping in the back of his patrol car. My mother had reached her limit and apparently I would “sleep like a baby” in a moving car. So every once in a while, that was their solution. Good thing they lived in a quiet tiny town and he didn’t have many high-speed chases or arrests. Really? I want to be all high and mighty and say, gee, that wasn’t very good parenting and yet, who among us has not sat with a baby in a car seat on the dryer to imitate that car sound and movement? I know for a fact that if I knew a policeman when one of our boys was an infant, I would have wrapped up that noisy bundle of joy and gladly handed him over for a ride in the patrol car.
On slow days he would stop every 7th car that went by that was red. He said, he just picked a color (usually red or blue if that means anything to any of you embarking on buying a new car) at the beginning of his shift and that was the color he counted. It was a border town, so all he had to do was wait for the cars to stream by. He needed to meet a quota. He chose his color, began counting and usually he could find a tail light out, a speeder or some other infraction on red car number seven.
I have been told a story of my brother-in-law choosing their first cat. The story goes, a box full of fuzzy adorable kittens, he taps each one gently on the head. Only one looks up. Hello, Mittens! Would you like to come home with me and live happily ever after?
One day, a couple of months ago, I was meandering through a jaunty quilt shop. I saw their bulletin board and curiosity moved me in that direction. They had several business cards to choose from. People offering their sewing skills, quilting and repair skills. I was looking for a machine quilting lady in my neck of the woods. I looked at several of the cards. Only ONE had writing on the back as well as the front of the card. done.
Yesterday, I had the privilege of meeting a new friend. The instant her door opened, I knew. Friendly greeting, kind eyes, sweet happy dog, charming home, decor well-chosen and so clean and homey, I either wanted to sit and stay awhile or race home and run the vacuum around our home. I found the end of the Rainbow. Yes,that good.
First of all she called me by name and said it correctly. Oh my goodness, music to my ears. I knew the moment I walked into her studio, I had chosen wisely. I had stepped into a place of passion and goodness. My new quilting friend is one smart cookie. Intelligent, obviously craves order, neatness and a splash of creative magic all swirled together. All those traits and a warm personality with style and a dash of humor, seamlessly blended, so much so, that I got that “good egg” giddy feeling instantly.
She got me talking and smiling and asking all sorts of questions. Yes, I was there to discuss a modern cross wall hanging in oranges, cream and a dash of aqua. Somehow, it almost seemed secondary. Her kind and warm spirit drew me in and encircled me with more than enough. Within a couple of minutes I fell in love with her goodness, her uplifting spirit. You know those kind of people? You feel better just by being in their circle. They bring out the best in us. In a flash, you know she is one of those people you want to add to your Christmas card list.
In this day and age of pairing down and deleting a name here and there, what a lovely, charming thought to want to add a name to your address book.
This chance (some would call fate, luck or good karma) encounter has happy, blessed, thankful, grateful written all over it.
Yesterday morning, I wrote about looking for happy. I looked for happy. My eyes and heart were open and willing. Last night, I wanted to take a HUGE red-letter stamp and mark the word THANKFUL over the whole day’s events.
I found it. It came in the form of a hug from a new friend. It came in the form of pure goodness. It came in the package of a charming, intelligent, talented, lovely lady.