I convinced my sister to go to an artists’ night with me. From the time we entered, she was the star of the show.
Last year, she was ordained as a deacon. Born with a generous spirit, my sister usually attracts people. Before she’d warmed the throne, another woman gravitated toward her. As many things as my sister’s involved in, I thought she knew her.
Turned out, the woman was one of a handful of artists who’d set up a table for the evening. We came upon her table as we circulated around the small space that was efficiently packed with different artists.
My sister bought from two artists and networked with the others, especially the guy who had had several strokes, along with his wife. That married couple created a rehab box of tools for stroke survivors. My sister took his contact information to connect him to someone else in her growing network.
Although I was only there to check out the weekly event and possibly buy a leather fanny pack, I loved the shrug. One of my nieces had taken up knitting during COVID, a hobby that she’s continued. I’ve seen her blankets, sweaters and scarves. A shrug might be an exciting new knitting avenue for her.
Without my sister there, I would have left the event in under 15 minutes. Not only did she take the time to browse, purchase and network, but she helped me not focus on the very loud music that would have pushed me out the door even sooner.
Years from now, when I finish my illustrated book, that cozy creative venue is a place where I’d like to read and hawk my latest book. I hope they don’t go out of business or civilization doesn’t collapse prior to that.