The Gift

It was St. Patricks Day. Anyone that knows me knows that I have zero concept of day or time- especially this very green wee Holiday. When it comes to wardrobe and lifechanging events... I remember. Brad and I sat at our local favorite cafe', Flavors Eatery.
We sat near the door, with the sun radiating in to our small table. My legs were lengthened by knee high green irish socks, the bottom half playing it sort of low with a grey skirt adorned with a bow, and of course my very own Unlocked shirt that said "I'm not Irish". Unlocked Style was just starting up. In my wallet I had only this: a $10 bill.
Flavors has a very fresh California taste so I was not shocked all to see our server mirrored that look and feel. Her smile was the L.A. sun its self. Her puffy sleeved Kelly green shirt played into her fun short blonde hair. The thing I noticed the most was that she had a breeze about her. Why did I want to know her better? Women hate me, and I can not deal with all the paperwork that women entail. She was my L.A. doll.
Loud. Loud and frank. She said : "you two are not from around here are you?" Within the next few minutes she had a chair pulled up and we magnetically unravelled a fairy tail together.
For some odd reason I recognized the one of the comedians that was being advertized in the middle of the table where the dessert menu should be. "O, that is my husband she said." I knew him.... how? He was the pastor/teacher/wicked cool speaker/ guy that came in from California at the Vineyard.
So she did have the breath of California in her. She wanted to know EVERYTHING about Brad and I, and Unlocked Style. For some reason I trusted her. Debbie beleived in me. Debbie now has a dress named after her, the "Debbie Doll".
That day I did something (with out thinking). I hesitate telling this because it may take away from the magic of all this, but it is part of the dream/story. When I stood up I left her my information and that ten dollar bill. When I say that is all I had, that literally was every dime I had.
We drove straight home, passed the speed bump, and to the mailbox. I received an envelope postmarked Alabama. Out floated a ten dollar bill into my lap.
There is a dream we share. Debbie and her husband Joe have shared this dream every step of the way. Letting people in close enough to see me, I mean really see me is close to impossible. For this dream to not be at a pause I had to trust others, let them in - and accept their advice.
Something else I noticed during this time is I had nothing. This is when I gave all that I had.
It was not standing on the edge of the cliff, but actually jumping. Unlocked Style is still something I want to be a gift, a story and of coarse a funky style. If I am not giving back then what am I doing? If I have a business - a new business and become greedy green and do not share my story will I thrive?


Give even when it hurts, especially when it hurts:

1. Love

2. Clothing Bin

3.Clothes

4.Deposit Clothes

If you're not jumping on the outside you are on the inside!!