Thanks again for popping in today.
We escaped early tonight; got out of the Frankfurt Messe
before Show Breakdown.
We had a very successful few days, met all the people on our list,
shook hands with all the people we wanted to shake hands with.
Sourced all the products we went a-looking for – and then some!
Boy oh boy, have we got some great stuff in the pipeline.
The highlight for me personally, the absolute highlight of the show was the hour I spent in the company of a young Indian woman called Kajal.
Remember yesterday I spoke about the Graffiti Crew in the other hall, On the Run?
Well, this little lady is the very first Indian Female Graffiti Artist in the world. And she is so so lovely.
“Would you like a graffiti tattoo?” she asked me.
“Oh yes please!” came the instant reponse.
So for an hour, she drew on my arm,
and as she worked away, we talked.
About her life, where she comes from,
what her dreams are.
She is a very very clever young lady – you can tell this instantly.
Her English was amazing.
I asked her about her name, Kajal.
I thought it was a little strange, being named after an eye liner pencil. I only knew the word Kajal from the German name
for eye liner pencil, Kajalstift. But I thought it must just be a coincidence.
Well here’s a fascinating fact. I may have this completely wrong, so don’t quote me, but this is what I understood.
Baby names in India have a meaning,
and their name is very symbolic.
When a baby is born in India, all the people ooh and aah over it, and want to hold and cuddle it, and kiss it.
So there is a chance the baby may get sick from all the exposure.
The mother puts a little black dot on the baby’s back with a kajal pencil, to protect it.
And so Kajal’s parents called Kajal that name as a symbol of protection for all of her life.
Isn’t that fascinating?
And she couldn’t have a more suitable name – really.
Her eyes were the window to her soul.
Very occasionally, you meet a very special soul.
Kajal was one such person.
She drew you in, literally, with her aura, her energy.
It was so relaxing and therapeutic, letting her draw on my arm.
I completely let go of the hall downstairs and all the suits and Mr Margin Men running around.
I felt as though I had known her forever.
Isn’t that strange, to discover that level of comfort with a total stranger so instantly?
And check out my graffiti tattoo!
Complete with halo xxx
I am sure she and I will meet again.
I just know it.
Just look into her eyes.
You never saw more beautiful, kind eyes.
As soon as i go close to her, I exclaimed,
“Wow! You are beautiful!”
And one minute later, Dave arrived,
and said – wait for it – “Wow! You are beautiful!”
A magical hour spent in the company of Kajal.
There was that free spirit in her which is just so very wonderful.
I hope she never ever loses it.
And I hope you are lucky enough to meet her too one day.
If you see a tiny Indian lady spray-painting the side of the local police station, go say hi for me.
Love & hugs,