We’re going to skip the part where I tell you everything I’ve been doing. Because the truth is that I’ve been doing everything except blogging. le sigh
Something happened at my market last night that really struck a chord in my heart. Slight trigger/content warning, because this post mentions the loss of a pet. Proceed at your own will.
Let me set the stage. It’s approximately 95 degrees outside and it’s an open air market. I was sitting in my chair contemplating my life choices (mostly kidding) and a young adult girl (who was helping her mom at another one of the vendor booths) walks up to my tent. We do the normal “hi, how are you,” small talk, and when I ask her how she’s doing she says “well, I don’t know. My bunny died yesterday.”
I was gutted. I’ve had bunnies and still continue to have pets that I love dearly. She then told me all about her rabbit, including how her 11 year-old sister was the one to find the bunny. I could tell that she was starting to get emotional. After talking for a few minutes, she mentioned that she was just looking around for bunny stuff to see if anything spoke to her.
I told her that I had one bunny item and pointed to this little snuggler. She got so teary-eyed and went over and picked him up. Without even batting an eye, I told her that it was normally a $25 item but I would sell it to her for $10. She pulled her card out so fast and bought it on the spot.
I’m not telling you guys this to say that this is what you have to do. I’m also not telling you to get some extreme kudos. To me, it’s what my heart told me needed to be done. She told me that this little bunny was the same color as her bunny and that they were planning to bury her lost pet later that day. She left to go back to her booth, and I went back to my chair, once again contemplating my life choices.
Fast forward a little bit. My husband and daughter were at the fair (it was put on by our little town and had a lot of stuff for kiddos). I was able to take a little time (thanks to my husband for sitting at my booth) and walk around with my daughter. I saw the girl from earlier sitting in her booth chair hugging that little bunny snuggler like her life depended on it. It really felt good to see that a piece that I created was getting the love it deserved, and by someone who really needed that extra hug.
Once I was back at my booth for good, I saw her walking up to me again, this time with a cookie in hand (she was at a Crumbl booth). She held out the cookie and said “I don’t know how I can repay you, but my mom and I figured we’d start with this.” She then asked if she could give me a hug, and when we separated, she had tears in her eyes. At the end of the market, she ended up coming back with two more cookies for me to take home. I don’t know if you know much about Crumbl, but those cookies are large and ‘spensive.
I’ve not been able to get this interaction out of my head. It costs nothing to be kind to people, and my favorite thing about the whole situation was how much of an impact that one little crochet snuggler made on her.
If you would have asked me, I would have thought that thing never would have sold. I made it to refamiliarize myself with crocheting with blanket yarn for other projects I was going to be working on. I’m a size 4 or smaller acrylic yarn girlie at heart, so anytime I have to work with blanket yarn, I need a small project to get my hands familiar with the feel of the yarn. I’ve also worked this pattern in size 4 acrylic yarn and loved it so much.
The loss of a pet is heart wrenching and such a raw emotion. I’m so glad I was able to spread a little bit of joy yesterday.
Thanks for reading, everyone. and hopefully this won’t be the last you’ll hear from me 😉
The Mediocre Homemaker 