I don’t remember when I first found Amy Krouse Rosenthal, but I know that it was before 08/08/08. Somehow I managed to qualify to be an Ambassador of Lovely so I put some Always Trust Magic notes on ATMs I used and hosted a tiny viewing of the Beckoning of Lovely premier in my living room. I got to meet her a couple of years later when she did a talk/reading at a suburban library near my work. She was even more magical and welcoming in person. In October 2016, she posted something on Facebook offering to send one of an overrun (?) temporary tattoos of her tag line “Make the Most of Your Time Here.” I now know she knew she was dying when she sent me this note. I had no idea at the time.
On March 3, Amy’s essay “You Might Want to Marry My Husband” hit the internet. Everyone ever touched by the wonder of AKR got really sad. Much of the rest of the world got sad too. Then, Sherry Richert Belul put up a call to her friends and celebration makers: we didn’t believe we had time to wait for Amy’s birthday to do another Plant a Kiss Day so we planned our action(s) to happen March 9-14. You can read about this year's love here.
Briefly, Plant a Kiss Day (er, Week) is inspired by Amy’s book, Plant a Kiss and is all about spreading love and kindness in the world around us.
As I put the tattoo on the inside of my left arm, I figured out the first step or two of what I wanted to do. So, I made a bunch of YELLOW paper umbrellas, with her catch phrase on them and set out to distribute them.
We went to Grand Marais, MN for a little weekend getaway to celebrate my beloved’s birthday so most umbrellas ended up there. A couple I gave and offered an awkward explanation. The best was the one I left on our table at Voyageur Brewing Co. where I happened to see the owner/server pick it up, read it, ponder it, and set it gently on top of the cash drawer.
I was sad to miss an opportunity to give it to a gentleman in a yellow felt pussy-hat (made by him) when he stopped by our dinner table at The Crooked Spoon to show off his hat and complement the pink knit one I wore into the restaurant. (Sometimes I struggle with surprise conversations.) My beloved got one, as did everyone at the B&B breakfast table.
One got shipped to Sherry. She has a thing for paper parasols.
My hope is that the recipients get as much joy from these little umbrellas as I did making them. And that they’ll pass them on when they’ve received enough magic from them (except you, Sherry, if you want to pass some on, I’ll make more for you). I think I’m going to keep making them and carry a small stash with me most of the time. You never know when someone might need a magic yellow umbrella. Or when you might need to give one away.
Read about other planted kisses here.