A SPARROW LANDING
Oh. My. Stars. This week has been a whirlwind. I’m four days late and a dollar short on delivering a little goodness your way.
As a first time exhibitor at Dallas Market Center’s June Apparel Market, I was completely overwhelmed with love, encouragement and blessons (you know, blessings and lessons combined). I mean, y’all, there was some darn good juju coming JLP’s way. My wildly treasured sidekick, Laura Matura and I just basked in the goodness all week. And, no matter how tired we were, we were really present in the moment, excited and grateful.
Yesterday, on the last day of market, I strolled over to the Cafe on 13 one last time for my fourth and final burrito of the week (as a note, I did only eat half each time). Once I got there, Adriana, who works at the cafe, looked at me with dismay. I said, “Adriana, I’m here for my burrito. I think I’m going to shake things up today and, instead of getting chicken, I’m going to get brisket.” She quickly replied with an inflection in her voice that only actress, Penelope Cruz could replicate. She said, “Oh, my. You are going to get fat.” I was in a total brain fog, just as tired as I could be, and, by golly, I needed my burrito.” In unison, we laughed until we nearly cried. And, for the record, I enjoyed every bit of that fourth and final burrito. I think it’s because I’d rationalized my laughter as somewhat of a pre-burrito calorie burner.
As I walked back among all the buyers and exhibitors, with bright lights and white carpet rolled out as if Giselle Bundchen were to walk the runway at any moment, I saw two super stylish, beautiful women at JLP’s Booth 309. Laura had been talking with them and said, “Jill is on her way. You must wait to meet her.” And, so, they did. These two bright, strong, beautiful women from Fayetville, Arkansas were scouting things that would work in their new online boutique. We talked about our High Fashion/High Country Collection, then our HALOS, and so on. And, of course, we saved the best for last. They were clearly impressed by our Sparrow Project pieces, and, once they knew that they benefit women and children transitioning out of domestic violence, well, we had their full attention. One said, “This really resonates with me,” as her eyes began to well with tears. I got closer to her and put my hand on her shoulder and she burst into tears as she told us that domestic violence claimed her mother’s life. We were all in tears with chill bumps up and down our arms. I only had my Sparrow Collection samples with me to show, but, I had no choice, I took the large silver Sparrow Necklace off the neck form, and onto her neck it flew.
She held it, and said, “You will never know what this means to me.” We all cried the tears of ten thousand mothers. We felt her pain. And, in unison, we let her know that her mother’s story which is a big, big part of her life’s story would not be shared in vain.
Domestic Violence is real. Women are primarily the victims. It simply isn’t okay. And, something must be done. The more of these stories that are shared and heard, the more dialouge there will be about the issue. And, as our awareness increases, we will be more invested in actively creating the changes needed to save lives.
I know that there are men who read this blog (love you all), so forgive me while I speak directly to the women who read it, too. Women should spend less time sizing one another up and more time seeking ways to lift one another up. I personally don’t care about your skin color, the texture of your hair, how much money is in your wallet, etc. What I care about is that beyond all those things we have one great thing in common. We are women. We are sisters. And, when we come together on something, mountains crumble.
We all must be the change. We are mighty little things, I tell you!
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