little old man

This weekend I was lucky enough to visit my family in San Diego. Most of the time has been spent with my lovely sister, chatting and crocheting away. We went to a Starbucks this morning and sat beside a darling old man who seemed to be chatting with just about everyone who walked past. Were we going to be the exception? Absolutely not. He had PLENTY to say.

We sat down and unpacked our yarn and crocheting gear. After getting a drink we dug right on in. Right away he asked about what we're up to and we told him about my new etsy store and our love for making cute things. He explained that he is a poet and has written many poems about Starbucks. He had advice for my store:

"Don't forget to make headbands for the boys. You could put a pig on it. Or a rat. Or maybe an eyeball. Or a bull. Maybe just its horns."

 I love going to coffee shops and other public places for times just like this. I also got to pass out cards to several people that stopped to admire what we were working on. One lady was chatting with us while she was in line and Mr. Self Proclaimed-Poet had two cents... and he tossed them in:

"She's working on starting a business that will buy out 150% of Fruit of the Loom!"

Sometimes I just love my life. Okay. Mostly all of the time.

The closest thing I have to his suggestion for something for the boys... He has an eyeball and his name is Jared... but he sold... to a girl.

Don't forget to check out my Esty shop!  There is still a monster headband left! <3