The Kindness of Strangers:Over the past few weeks, I've been planning a few dolls to debut at my solo show at the beginning of April. For one of them, I knew I needed a bug- something big, showy and colorful. Not wanting to go out and kill one, and it's too cold for big bugs anyway, I looked around on the internet, but bugs are pricey! So, I contacted Michelle of
silentcheesecake. I'd bought a couple of pendants from her years ago, know that she works with bugs, and asked if she knew of an inexpensive place in the U.S. where I could get a flashy bug.
She returned my message quickly, told me she had my back, asked me what I needed, told me she had plenty of bugs, and she would send me free of charge anything I needed. I was
floored. What an incredibly kind, generous gesture! After some pictures, a week later, she sent me five beetles. The picture below doesn't do them justice, but they are incredibly colorful-- I love the iridescence of the three cricket-looking ones-- and one will look perfect in the doll.

If you haven't heard of silentcheesecake at Etsy, I urge you to check out her shops. She makes really cool stuff. And she's a seriously nice person.
The Kindness of Friends:See the dead cicada in the balm holder at the top of the above picture? That's from
Miss Wednesday Wandered. It was sitting on the table at our last coffee meetup, awaiting me. She knew I needed a bug, and saved this one for me. He will definitely come in handy someday. Besides giving me the bug, I thank goodness Miss WW is here in town. We all need a real friend to vent to and laugh with, and over the past year and a half, she's listened to a lot of woes from me. It also helps that she shares my sarcastic sense of humor.
And just in case you're wondering, I think I'm going to need Mr. Calm's help to handle the bugs, because bugs are
icky.
The Kindness of Loved Ones:A few posts back, I wrote about how hard 2009 was for me, and some of it was family problems. Over the last couple of months, my youngest sister and I have been leaning on each other a lot, discussing things. I never feel like I say enough, or help enough... I'm a little cynical, and don't like spouting platitudes, because I'm not sure they really help. Well, I didn't know how much my sister appreciated talking with me (and God knows I appreciate talking to her!) until I stepped outside today, and found a package on the front porch.
I had no idea what was in the largish box. Mr. Calm, even though it wasn't HIS present, ran to get a knife so we could open the box. The package inside was wrapped in bubble wrap, and as I pulled it out, he muttered, "Miss Millificent?" Dopishly, I said, "Huh?", and looked at the side of the box. Hey, those are my dollies there!

Then I finally looked down. "Athena's Doll Parts", it says. "Oh, my God, what's she done?" I asked, a little apprehensively. I'd actually been looking at German bisque doll arms and legs earlier in the day, so that popped into my head, but I was also thinking creepier... darker...
things...

But instead of weird little appendages, this was inside! Fat quarters of really cool fabric, rolls of ribbon, very fine yarn that I can use for hair, beads, and a bunch of sculpting tools that I haven't been able to make myself spend money on. There was also a wonderful note from her, thanking me, and hoping that I could use everything (uh,
yeah!).

This was such a wonderful, unexpected surprise, and just the gesture means more than everything in the box (though I love it all!).
The Kindness of Strangers:I have seriously cut down on junk food, but I finally gave in to a three-day-old craving around eleven a.m. for McDonald's fries (the best... if they're HOT and FRESH). While I was waiting in the drive-thru, I saw a man near the exit, wearing a sign on his chest, holding a stack of papers. I knew what he was selling, but wasn't sure what the sign said. As I pulled closer to him, I saw that it said something about how the vendor earned all the money collected for the papers.
I never knew that. I guess if I'd stopped and bought one before, I would have, but today was the first time. I handed him a dollar, got my paper, and told him to stay warm. I sincerely wish I could have talked to him more. Maybe this is selfish, but I hope I made him happy for a minute, because as much as the gifts have, he made me happy, too.
So, I'm going to be buying a lot more papers from The Contributor- I always have a dollar in my purse. And if you can, you buy one, too-- they're in a lot of cities. And it helps people get back on their feet. :)