Sit down boys and girls....Auntie Stacey has a story to tell you. The best story of the day and maybe forever.
A sweet, little old lady came up to my soap booth at craft show holding a little scrap of paper in her very arthritic hands. She waited patiently while I finished working with another customer. I went around to the front of the booth to talk with her.
Here, in her painfully bent hands, was a tiny scrap of newspaper. It was part of the article that was written in the local news paper about "Feeding the Habit" soaps. It was the part of the article that talked about the best selling soap was "Cracklin' Birch". She asked if she could see it. Of course! I held one out to her and she smelled it. She liked it but wondered about the other one listed in the paper, Cucumber/Wasabi/Cilantro? Absolutely! I grabbed one of those and let her smell that one. "Oh, that's nice..." she told me.
But she wanted to see more. Sure...we could try as many as she wanted! Miracle of miracles the crowds had thinned and I had loads of time to spend with her. She proceeded to tell me that she had read the article in the paper and so wanted to come to try the soaps. See her husband passed away a few years ago and she didn't get out much any more. But she was so intrigued by the idea of the homemade soaps she just had to come see them. She reminisced with me that her mother used to make soap back when she was a girl.
We chatted and smelled soaps. She told me that she almost didn't make it out today because her hip was bothering her. But she took some Bayer aspirin and rested for a bit and she was feeling much better. :)
She settled on a bar of "Lemon Sugar" and paid me. All this time I was careful around her arthritic hands. Holding everything so she could smell it without having to use her own fingers. After she tucked her purchase in her purse, she grabbed my hand tightly and thanked me very sincerely for being so kind to her. And off she went. I didn't even catch her name.
To the mystery lady: You have no idea how much you touched my heart. The simple act of being SO curious about something, cutting part of the article out to bring with and venturing out in chilly air just to see. Just to try. Just to satisfy that curiosity. You are beautifully amazing. I only hope that some day I can be half the human being you are.
Out there. In the world. Every day. You can make a difference in someone's life. Be curious. And STAY curious.
I'll never forget her. And I want to stay curious too. ♥
A sweet, little old lady came up to my soap booth at craft show holding a little scrap of paper in her very arthritic hands. She waited patiently while I finished working with another customer. I went around to the front of the booth to talk with her.
Here, in her painfully bent hands, was a tiny scrap of newspaper. It was part of the article that was written in the local news paper about "Feeding the Habit" soaps. It was the part of the article that talked about the best selling soap was "Cracklin' Birch". She asked if she could see it. Of course! I held one out to her and she smelled it. She liked it but wondered about the other one listed in the paper, Cucumber/Wasabi/Cilantro? Absolutely! I grabbed one of those and let her smell that one. "Oh, that's nice..." she told me.
But she wanted to see more. Sure...we could try as many as she wanted! Miracle of miracles the crowds had thinned and I had loads of time to spend with her. She proceeded to tell me that she had read the article in the paper and so wanted to come to try the soaps. See her husband passed away a few years ago and she didn't get out much any more. But she was so intrigued by the idea of the homemade soaps she just had to come see them. She reminisced with me that her mother used to make soap back when she was a girl.
We chatted and smelled soaps. She told me that she almost didn't make it out today because her hip was bothering her. But she took some Bayer aspirin and rested for a bit and she was feeling much better. :)
She settled on a bar of "Lemon Sugar" and paid me. All this time I was careful around her arthritic hands. Holding everything so she could smell it without having to use her own fingers. After she tucked her purchase in her purse, she grabbed my hand tightly and thanked me very sincerely for being so kind to her. And off she went. I didn't even catch her name.
To the mystery lady: You have no idea how much you touched my heart. The simple act of being SO curious about something, cutting part of the article out to bring with and venturing out in chilly air just to see. Just to try. Just to satisfy that curiosity. You are beautifully amazing. I only hope that some day I can be half the human being you are.
Out there. In the world. Every day. You can make a difference in someone's life. Be curious. And STAY curious.
I'll never forget her. And I want to stay curious too. ♥
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