The Journey of a Hippie Chic Laptop Tote

 

There was a movie (and two books) a while ago called The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.  A delightful tale of four women and a pair of jeans. Each woman had a story to tell about her adventures with the jeans, and each came away with a greater experience.  Well, so it was with my Hippie Chic Laptop Tote.  It took quite a journey, both in distance and in a lesson of just how small the world is and how we are connected.

I wrote about making the tote a while back.  The post is here:  https://auntmaymesattic.net/2014/12/23/the-making-of-a-hippie-chick-laptop-tote-from-a-reclaimed-vintage-pillow-sham/  and recently someone bought it.  You can’t imagine how thrilled, and sad it was at the same time.  I wrote about that too;   https://auntmaymesattic.net/2014/12/23/the-making-of-a-hippie-chick-laptop-tote-from-a-reclaimed-vintage-pillow-sham/ .  What was interesting was where and who it was going to.

When I was preparing the package to send, I noticed the address on the receipt (I hadn’t printed the address label yet).  It showed not only my home state but the county where my childhood home is.  So I sent her an email, stating I was from the area, but a little south.  Then she replied that she was from that same area too.  When I went to prepare the label, I started to get that “woo woo” feeling that one gets when they are about to embark on a journey that can only be described as cosmic/divine/serendipitous and convincingly un-coincidental; as if some Divine Intelligence was involved.  I noticed the address; twelve miles from where I grew up, in an area where I used to frequent as a child.

I sent another email and we chatted; her describing places she’d been to, and my describing my adventures in the older part of the city.  Which would make sense, because I’m much older than her, and her area was still considered the “country” when I was young.

She received the tote and mentioned to me, in an email that it was a little too narrow and could I please make another one?  Unsure if I had another vintage pillow sham and leather handles, I went digging. And—-you guessed it–I found them both.  So with another set of love touches, I made it and wrote another email saying it was finished.

 

And in continuing our conversation, I found out that the buyer was not only a teacher, of a similar subject, but also taught in the same school district and, (here it comes….) at the same school I taught at.

So just what is this connection?  What is this Force that connects us and makes our world closer to others?  Have you experienced the same serendipitous sequence of events that has convinced you of the fact that there is “something more” than what you see around you in the everyday?  Do you have any ideas?  I’d be happy to see them in your comments.