Before I went to the craft fair this weekend, I made myself promise to spend some money. I tend to wander around looking for inspiration and thinking, ‘I could make that’ rather than supporting the awesome artists. Luckily, there were plenty of things tempting me that I could never even imagine making, but I’m still one of those people who have to browse every aisle before I come back to purchase. I didn’t even get my cool new camera strap the first time around.
But when I walked up to one booth and saw a cute little girl sitting at a desk with her husband behind her, and realized she was writing poems on an old typewriter for a donation, I was ready to purchase.
She asked who the poem was for and what I wanted it to be about. All I could think to say was that it should be for my family, and about how in love with each other we are.
Not bad for three minutes poet lady, not bad.