It’s a special place.
It’s a thousand words.
It’s a wonderful parade.
What a great weekend. I almost felt, ok, I did feel, like I was back in the art fair days. I so wish I could explain all the butterflies I’d get when setting up my tent before sunset. The hustle and bustle of it all was easily overshadowed by the anticipation of the folks I would soon be chatting with. I loved seeing the same faces every year. It was like we were family. We chatted as though we knew each other for years. I got to watch their kids grow up and even better I got to be part of it. The fun part. The looking cute part. Ha, I kinda got to keep their little girls young for as long as we could.
Gosh, I’d usually meet the mom when her babe was just a little one. Before long she was 7. I miss those days. I can remember thinking I would be doing art fairs until I was 50. And that was never a complaint. I loved it. I loved everything about it. Then I met Lynette.
And of course with a name like Lynette you know she is gonna to be the brains to my creativity. Born and bred in the direct selling world she introduces me to a whole new idea. The thing about Lynette and me is we don’t always agree with what each other is saying nor do we always understand the reasoning behind it. That doesn’t matter. I know it kinda seems like it would and it should. We TRUST each other. And that is the coolest thing. That is the thing that matters. I know at the end of the day she wants nothing more than for Matilda Jane to be the best is possibly can. And sometimes from 9-5 I think she is nuts, then the day ends and I’m like “YES!! I get it. Let’s do it”. I think creative and business minds just kinda take a bit to understand each other fully.
So when Lynette told me there were 100’s of girls out there just like me, I was like “Huh?” I remember her saying, “Denise, there are so many talented women out there that want nothing more than to build relationships, make a difference in others’ lives and be with their kids”. I totally remember that. I had always imagined my job doing art fairs as a “schleper”. You know, you pull a trailer, set up a tent, sweat in the heat of the sun, then tear it down at dusk. Lynette was right. It was way more than that. It was about relationships and making a difference. I was doing that without even realizing it. Gosh, I love when Lynette puts things into words that I can’t form in my brain.
(I love this baby!)
So back to Lynette. Yup, she was right. And so I cut back on the art fairs and we started our very own little direct selling company. Little? Who am I joking. Huge. Amazing and yet still feels so natural.
I spent this weekend at Platinum cutting new pieces and our army of just under 500 Trunk Keepers set up their “art fair”.
It is amazing when you are so scared to put something in someone else’s hands and trust them to do as good as job as you did. To carry out the story of Matilda Jane. When you put that trust in them it is amazing what can happen. I was so nervous not to be doing the shows, so nervous to let it go. BUT I trusted Lynette and I knew she would never steer me the wrong direction. She never has. And this Sunday afternoon I am in complete awe of all of our Trunk Keepers and all they do. I wish I was better with words so I could say in a beautiful way how much I love, treasure, and respect them. Because I surely do. With all my heart.
Shannon said it best, our Trunk Keepers are a “Group of fantastic women possessing a rare (almost unheard of) combination of values, personality, motivation and passion for Matilda Jane.”
And a huge thanks to all you photographers for creating so much eye candy. I love the life you bring to Matilda Jane. Thanks AnnMarie of Linden, Michigan for letting me borrow your gorgeous shots.
So let’s hear it for your favorite Trunk Keeper and I’ll pick a few TK’s to send a surprise to.
P.S. Seven years ago —and today I am proud to call OG one of my best friends