November 16, 2008
It was a normal evening of shopping at my small town in Texas, right between Dallas and Fort Worth. I was at my local store that supplies artists and craft-maidens alike with their various and sundry supply needs. I had just picked up what I needed for my new project, when I noticed a bit of commotion at the front entrance of the store. It was mid evening on a Tuesday you see, and with the store not closing until 9, a commotion to get through the front door is not what you would expect... especially on a Tuesday.
There was an entourage coming through the entrance. You could tell it was an entourage, because the first to walk through the door was a larger gentleman with a better tan than I could ever achieve. and he stopped abruptly about ten feet inside the door, looked around for a second, and then the rest followed. There were several in the group, but all were impeccably dressed in either a fully tailored suit and tie, or a nice outfit that wouldn't really seem out of place anywhere...except a craft store. Then, I saw her. Our eyes met, and she quickly glanced away. Her assistant, who followed close behind, looked a little longer, smiled briefly, and then continued following. It was Martha Stewart. Somehow, she had found her way to our teeming metropolis to view the new items in her crafts and scrap-booking line, and deem if they had been given a favorable enough presence at the store.
As she wandered from aisle to aisle, picking up a few items as ideas for future projects struck her, she would be rattling off comments to her assistant. As she came closer down the aisle that I was already on, her assistant looked up. Leary of the doe-eyed fans that had been following her around the store, they approached with caution. Seeing that I had legitimate purchases in my hand (though none from Martha's signature line), they seemed less worried about being accosted.
It was then that I was able to produce my camera, and ask for a photo with Martha. The Seductress of Stock-tips, and the Maven of Maximum Security, quickly saw that she had been out-drawn. She allowed me to grab a couple of photos, and then went on about her way, critiquing the product placement, and still having a moment to pick up other items for even more later projects.
All joking aside, i was actually impressed at Martha's professionalism, and politeness at the brief encounter of some random stranger that simply asked for a photograph. Of course, we did it back away from the main aisles, so that other potential snapshot grabbers could not see, but she was very gracious. (Even though it was apparent that she was not pleased with the placement of her new signature line.) Martha was not someone that I would have sought out to meet, but after having met her, I can honestly say, she was especially polite for someone who was likely on a busy timetable, and in person... well, lets just say she has aged very well.
~ Randy S