World Pillow Fight Day: Wall Street, NYC
I didn't last very long before I looked for a place to take a break. I thought about a half hour had passed, and I couldn't believe it had only been ten minutes. I must be a real wimp. However, I didn't leave right away. I watched for about twenty minutes more before heading back into the crowd, ammunition in hand. I was only there for forty-five minutes, but I headed back home with the intentions of taking a nap.I think it is so funny how events like these make people more open to conversation and interaction than in everyday life. If two strangers are both carrying a pillow onto the subway, it automatically means that it is okay to strike up a conversation with the each other. I think that when people share something in common, no matter how small, the tiniest connection is built that allows us to reach another human being, even if for a few minutes. I know I am off-the-wall excited when I meet someone from Florida. There is a connection that I can relate to the person, even though it may not be true. That initial connection is the basis for establishing relationships with others.
I first encountered Keiko in an article that my mother sent me from Orlando. I got so excited to find out about her and her company. "Yay, she is from Florida!" was my first thought. My second was, "Yay, she loves thrift shopping". Those connections were what pushed me to contact her for an internship in the first place.
On Friday, Keiko had me swatch a number of fabrics for her so she could put together samples for an order. After I labeled all of the samples with numbers, I was able to get to work on a special project for a special someone's birthday coming up. This was the first garment that I made start to finish without Keiko's help! I wish I could show it to you now, but I don't want to spoil the birthday surprise! I should have it posted soon after Easter.