Sometimes people are nice. People are kind. Someone has showed me that kindness, and for that, I want to say “thank you”, because today I am filled with gratitude.
For those of you who still have your Dad, take photos and videos of them all the time. I have virtually none, and today it’s hitting hard.
— Taryn Ann Tibble (@tatibble) June 21, 2015
I was contacted via my blog by Carla from Printwild, saying she had read my blog and wanted to talk to me about it. I admit I was expecting something like “Hi we read your blog, will you promote us?” which excited me because I’ve never been asked to be associated with a brand before, but the email I received blew my mind, and I did not expect it. Carla had read my blog, and was so moved that she wanted to offer me a print, no obligations, no requirements, no “only if you blog/tweet/Facebook about us”, none of that (in fact I’ve had to make it VERY clear to her that I WANT to blog about this experience because my little mind is blow). As I’ve mentioned, I don’t have a lot of photos of my Dad, so finding one of a suitable quality to stretch to A2 size was no mean feat, but luckily a month before he died, both my Dad and Rickus and I were in Gauteng, and we all had breakfast at MIL’s house in Harties, and she was able to sneak a few photos. I can remember being so annoyed at her for not putting down the camera, and not joining the conversation, but now, the gratitude I have for the last few photos we have is something I can’t describe.
From the moment I accepted Carla’s offer, to the moment I took delivery of my print, I felt taken care of. Paul called me at one stage to ask if I was okay with him changing the border of the canvas, because the one I had chosen wouldn’t work. I was happy to go with whatever he suggested, and he was totally right. I actually cringe when I think about that call. I answered my phone in the middle of flushing the loo – I was booked off and had just flushed half a box of gross tissues down the toilet, and I can only imagine what the conversation must have sounded like from his side, and what was going through his mind when I answered the phone and flushed the loo. May I cringe now? May I? Apparently when I’m sick all sense of etiquette flies out the window! Anyway, segue aside, my print was delivered on Monday just before I went home (booked off sick … again) and I couldn’t open it in the office, so I waited for Rickus to get home. I was actually a bit scared to open it, because I had no idea how I would react. I knew it would be beautiful, I had heard so many good things about Printwild, there wasn’t a concern that I would be disappointed, but the idea of having such a huge print of my Dad hanging on my wall, well, it’s not a feeling I can describe. My only sadness is that I don’t have a good quality photo of what my dad looked like before he got sick. It’s still a beautiful photo, and I’m grateful for it, and … well, words fail me. There are none. I look at this photo every time I leave the house (it doesn’t have a home yet and we’ve just been informed that the owners of our house are probably moving back next year so no point in knocking holes into the walls now).
Thank you Carla, and thank you Printwild. Guys, if you haven’t heard of them, please visit their website, give them some love, because companies like Printwild, where people there are human, and not numbers, are rare, and these are the guys we need to support. Once again, this is not a sponsored post, I’m saying this because I want to, and because I believe that this kind of kindness deserves to be heard. I will definitely be returning to Printwild, I can see MANY Faceblocks going up on my wall after the wedding.
Thank you for reading
Hugs & sloppy daxie kisses