Primitive friends we are a unique special bunch aren't we? I feel sorry for the people who just don't get it. You know what I mean? This week once again I encountered a person who no matter how much I tried to explain what I do, I just seemed to dig my hole deeper into this crazy awesome world of primitive folk art. I finally had to give up and walk away knowing they think I am completely nuts.
Living in the city in Texas does not help at all. My heart is in the country farm town that I was raised in. In my world, I imagine myself in a Little House on the Prairie world. Let me say that I feel very much like an alien in the middle of this fast paced city life. To me, people here are running so hard and fast that they do not know how to stop and enjoy the very simple things in life that money can't buy.
I encountered "one of those" this week. This lady came over and saw that I was sitting at the table painting and sewing some of my vegetables. I saw the look on her face like she was not impressed at all. She asked, "well what do you do with them"? I tried to explain that if you lived in an old farmhouse they would look so awesome in an old wooden bowl on an old kitchen table. She picked up the piece of corn I was working on and I could tell she just could not picture it in her fancy pants house... It was as if she thought she picked up something that had germs on it. She then felt like she had to let me know that she knew no one who would want anything like this. She told me she could imagine people in the hills of Tennessee maybe wanting them... Hmmmm, was she calling me a hillbilly? I was getting more and more upset in my mind. She then said " People really buy these on eBay?" I tried to explain again. Defending a world that I love. It has happened so many times before. Trying to explain why my dolls eyes look like they do, why I have a pan of grose tea mixture on the stove, why my fingers are brown from tea stains and why all my shirts have paint spots on them...
I give up... I have a choice. I can choose to let her make me feel inferior with her snooty insults or I can choose to realize that I am the rich one. I am the one who is able to take the most simple things in life and turn them into memories that make people stop and smile. I am the rich one for having so many friends who are like me in this world of prim. I am the rich one for I can see the heart that goes into each beautiful creation that my friends come up with. I love being happy for my friends when their dolls get so many bids on eBay. I love how even though many of my friends I have never met, yet I feel so close to and know that they would be there for me when I needed them.
I am the rich one. When my days are over, I think it is awesome that some of the things I have created are out there making people smile and giving people memories, reminding people of the days when simple things were the richest things in life.
I borrowed this picture from another blog. Hope it is okay. It is an example of us. I thought it was cute and it made me smile. Tammie