What She Saw That I Almost Missed

Sometimes the most beautiful things about our lives are the things someone else helps us see.

Two women looked at me last weekend, and each saw something completely different.

One saw a woman who was overheated, exhausted, and struggling to stay on her feet.

The other saw joy.

And the remarkable thing?

They were both right.

It happened during Art in the Park, where Kevin and I were having our first adventure with our very own tent. There were plenty of laughs, a few lessons learned the hard way, and more than one moment when I wondered what on earth we'd gotten ourselves into.

But somewhere between the oppressive heat, the beautiful conversations, and the kindness of people around us, I came away with something far more valuable than a successful art show.

A Little Chaos, a Lot of Color

Our first little gallery under canvas! A few challenges, plenty of laughter, and walls bursting with color. Every piece has a story, and every visitor brings a new connection.

Friday was setup day.

Now, you'd think two reasonably intelligent adults could figure out how to put up a tent, assemble display walls, and turn an empty patch of ground into an art gallery.

HA!

Let's just say there was a learning curve.

There were moments of confusion, a few creative solutions, plenty of laughter, and a growing mental list of things we'd definitely bring next year.

But eventually, there it was.

Our own little gallery under canvas.

I'd had grand plans to create more of my little $25 fiber art pieces that were so popular last year. I had the ideas, the materials, and every intention of making them.

What I didn't have was the energy.

So instead, I concentrated on making more fine art prints and greeting cards, and pulled some artwork right off the walls at home.

And when we finished hanging everything?

Our walls were FULL!

Saturday morning, I couldn't wait to open our tent and welcome people inside.

This was going to be wonderful!

And it was.

Just not quite the way I'd imagined.

Sometimes Kindness Comes with a Fan

Arizona apparently hadn't gotten the memo that summer was over.

It was HOT.

Even under our tent, the heat was oppressive. And as much as I wanted to enjoy every minute of the show, my body had other ideas.

By afternoon, I was exhausted, unsteady, and apparently sporting a face that had turned an alarming shade of red.

My dear friend, who was working at the information booth across from us, came over looking genuinely concerned.

Apparently, I looked like hell.

Well, that's one way to make an impression at an art show!

She immediately offered us her Ryobi fan, and let me tell you, that thing was a lifesaver.

The relief was wonderful.

But what touched me most wasn't the cool air.

It was that she noticed.

She was busy with her own responsibilities, surrounded by people, questions, and all the activity of the show.

Yet she saw that something wasn't right with me.

And she stopped what she was doing to help.

I thanked her profusely, left Kevin in charge of our booth, and headed out for a sandwich and a trip to Home Depot to buy our own fan.

Another item checked off that growing list of lessons learned!

The next morning, I decided not to rush. Kevin had everything under control, and I could take my time getting ready.

When I finally arrived after lunch, I settled into my chair, wisely moved away from the back tent wall that had been radiating heat like a pizza oven, and enjoyed the final hours of the show.

My friend came over again to check on me.

She told me I looked so much better.

And once again, I was reminded how much it means to have people in our lives who genuinely care.

Not because they have to.

Simply because they do.

The Gift of Being Seen

Throughout the weekend, we met so many wonderful people.

Some stopped to admire the artwork. Others asked about my techniques, the materials I use, or the stories behind the pieces.

There were smiles, laughter, conversations, and those beautiful little connections that happen when people share something they love.

And then there was the woman who told me she saw JOY radiating from my artwork.

I can't tell you how much that meant to me.

Because when I create, I'm not simply arranging fibers, fabrics, colors, and stitches.

I'm creating something that comes from inside me.

Sometimes it's curiosity.

Sometimes wonder.

Sometimes a memory, a feeling, or a story that I don't quite know how to put into words.

And yes, sometimes it's pure joy.

I want people to look at my work and feel something.

Maybe they'll smile.

Maybe they'll remember something beautiful.

Maybe they'll see something completely different from what I intended.

That's the magic of art.

Once we put it into the world, it begins having conversations with people we may never even meet.

And when that woman told me she could see joy in my work, I felt as though she'd looked beyond the colors and stitches and recognized a little piece of my soul.

What a gift.

Two Women, Two Different Gifts

I've thought about those two women quite a bit since the show.

One saw that I needed help.

The other saw something beautiful in what I'd created.

Neither knew just how much her actions or words would mean to me.

And yet both gave me something I needed.

My friend reminded me that I don't have to do everything alone.

The woman admiring my art reminded me why I create in the first place.

Isn't it interesting how often the smallest moments become the ones we remember most?

We spend so much time planning the big things.

The events. The accomplishments. The sales. The awards. The goals.

And those things are wonderful.

But sometimes the moments that stay with us have nothing to do with what we accomplished.

Sometimes they're about how someone made us feel.

Seen.

Cared for.

Understood.

Connected.

The Beautiful People Who Show Up

And speaking of people who show up, I have to mention Kevin.

God love that man.

He helped me put up our tent, managed the booth when I needed to leave, helped take everything down, and has even been covering my gallery shifts while I recover from the weekend.

All while dealing with his own recovery from shoulder surgery.

By Sunday evening, we'd slowly dismantled our little gallery, packed everything away, and learned enough lessons to make next year's setup considerably easier.

We'd had a successful show, even if our new tent and equipment meant we probably only broke even.

But we're already signed up for next year!

And after all that work, my wonderful husband treated me to dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant.

We were exhausted.

We were hungry.

And we were happy.

Sometimes that's all you need.

The following week brought physical therapy, my very last iron infusion (WOOT WOOT!), and another appointment with my infectious disease doctor.

There are still challenges ahead, and I'm certainly not finished with this recovery journey.

But I did manage to provide a little entertainment at the infusion center.

Apparently, I was so exhausted that I fell sound asleep listening to my audiobook, started twitching, and possibly even snoring.

I woke up to people laughing.

Yep. That would be me.

Just spreading a little joy wherever I go!

Even in my sleep!

Four iron infusions down, and that's a wrap! Apparently, I even managed to provide a little comic relief while sleeping. Who knew I could entertain people without even being awake? 🤣

What Do We See in One Another?

There's one more part of that conversation about my artwork that I want to share.

The woman who saw joy in my work knew some of what I'd been going through this year.

And she asked me a question.

"Why are you always smiling?"

I answered, "Because it's a choice."

And I meant it.

Not because every day is wonderful.

Not because there aren't difficult moments, disappointments, or things I'd give anything to change.

But because I've learned that even on the hardest days, there can still be something beautiful worth noticing.

And perhaps that's what this weekend was really about.

Not the tent.

Not the heat.

Not even the art sales.

It was about people.

The friend who noticed I needed help.

The stranger who saw joy in my artwork.

The husband who quietly stepped in and carried the load when I couldn't.

The visitors who shared their stories, their smiles, and a little piece of themselves.

Each of them reminded me that we touch one another's lives in ways we may never fully understand.

And sometimes, without even realizing it, we give someone exactly what they need.

Maybe That's the Real Gift

We never really know what another person is carrying.

The woman smiling behind the counter.

The man helping his wife set up an art tent.

The stranger admiring a painting.

The friend who seems to have everything under control.

Every one of us has a story.

Every one of us has struggles that aren't always visible.

And every one of us has the ability to make someone else's day a little brighter.

Sometimes it takes nothing more than noticing.

A kind word.

A thoughtful gesture.

A genuine compliment.

A willingness to stop for a moment and really see the person standing in front of us.

I've spent years trying to put something meaningful into the artwork I create.

But last weekend reminded me that art isn't the only way we touch people's lives.

We do it through kindness.

Through compassion.

Through laughter.

Through simply being there.

And perhaps the most beautiful part is that we don't always know when we've made a difference.

My friend probably thought she was just lending me a fan.

That woman probably thought she was simply complimenting my artwork.

Kevin probably thought he was just helping his wife get through another busy weekend.

But I saw something beautiful in every one of them.

And I'll carry those moments with me long after the tent is packed away and the artwork is back on the walls.

One woman saw that I was struggling.

Another saw joy.

And I saw the extraordinary kindness that can live inside ordinary moments.

Maybe that's something we can all look for a little more often.

Because sometimes the greatest gift we can give another person is simply letting them know...

I see you.

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