First off, big thanks to all who turned out to the Imperial Farmers Market in Sugar Land, TX yesterday. Yours truly reserved a table in order to peddle a few wares:
What a great day it turned out to be. Nothing soothes the soul more than being surrounded by creativity and farm fresh eggs. Community involvement - I normally shy away from it, but yesterday's event took me back to my own small-town upbringing. Every event from the stock shows to the senior proms were held in the Dimmitt Expo building -never in conjunction, but sometimes awfully close. There's nothing quite like slow dancing to Wham's Careless Whisper while inhaling the unmistakable aroma of cattle manure. Now don't get me wrong, boys and girls - I do love where I currently reside. It's a safe, clean, convenient suburb outside of Houston, TX. One that has experienced a lot of growth over the last ten years (see safe, clean, convenient). That growth keeps the community well above water economically - a good thing until you Google Sugar Land Podiatrists and over 500 names pop up. Honestly, where to you even start? But back to the Market and a chance to make a little cha-ching. It's a nice feeling when others spend their green American dollars on something you've created. I've written a great deal about creativity recently. I believe we all have a creative streak, and I think we owe it to ourselves t0 take the time to channel that creativity. Even if you've no intention of making a buck -especially if you've no intention of making a buck. To create simply for the sake of creating. To not even consider garnering a green American dollar for it. Working with one's hands, one's imagination, with precious little concern about looking a fool. Therein lies the rub - some folks simply don't want to be the weirdo who makes stuff. I'm finally at the stage in my life where I'm willing to let my inner weirdo shine. Are you? You're taking the time to read this, so that tells me right there you're probably a dime short, so you may as well embrace that urge and just go for it. (Side note: those who know me personally assumed I'd come out of the weird closet a long time ago. Trust me, Sally - you ain't seen nothing yet.)
Perhaps if we turn off the telly, shut down the screen, and cut back the hours, we could get a full-blown grass root creative society going. Grow our own food, sew our own clothes, design our own decor, sing our own songs. Everyone's welcome, provided they don't force us to really listen to the lyrics (I'm looking at you, hipster-musician. You're bringing the party to a crashing halt with your pretentiousness. Plus, you reek of artisan beer and clove cigarettes. Clean up, straighten up, and stop taking yourself so seriously). I have a dear folk-singing, french-speaking friend who told her young children that they could have anything they wanted for Christmas provided they didn't see it advertised on TV. As a result, she raised a fine group of artists, musicians, seamstresses, and one convicted meth-maker. (Hey, at least he learned to create something and he even made a fine living from it for a while...) The older I get, the more I get that life is incredibly precious and short. None of us has any guarantees, so we may as well get over ourselves, scratch that creative itch, and see just how much we can accomplish before exiting this plane. Good luck, and may the creative force be with you.
ps...feel free to share your creative efforts in the comments section. A chance to inspire and get inspired. Let's do this thing!