Every so often in life, you meet someone who understands you, is gracious with you, makes you comfortable with who you are while simultaneously challenging you to be the best version of yourself. I call these people kindred spirits, because there is an untraceable bond, one that rarely makes sense, like the love and closeness of family despite distance and time.
Hopping from one region of the US to another for three years straight and keeping a schedule such as you do running your own business, making friends is a luxury we rarely have time for. Life and work seem to always be delaying those moments we plan and dream of creating with friends nearby. But living and working in a world-class city, in a region of such boundless inspiration, we’re often lucky enough to cross paths with like-minded entrepreneurs (who also, unsurprisingly, rarely have time for socializing). These moments are rare and sweet and must be enjoyed in their moment, like the first ripe strawberry of summer.
Meeting Tiffany Howard of Oh Honey Bakes was one of those moments. Introduced at one of last year’s Secret Supper events in Mt. Hood, Oregon, I was immediately drawn to her warmth and unassuming grace. Tiffany is by all accounts, a beautiful woman, but what you must know is that behind her cakes is a spirit that rivals any earthly sweetness. She had brought her mother to Secret Supper, which touched my own heart, wishing I had been able to do the same. I think our meeting was mutually intriguing. We had a lot in common, in fact. We both lived in Seattle, hence our introduction, had moved to the city at roughly the same time, and perhaps equally did not have much time for making friends. A mother of a toddler, and rising fast in the ranks of the blogosphere, Tiffany had her hands and schedule full. But as with so many friends I’ve somehow made and been privileged to keep, it felt as though she decided to make room for me anyway.
It wasn’t long into our friendship that Tiffany and I realized just how similar we truly were. At first it was anecdotal details. Her husband and son are named David; my stepfather and brother are Davids. We’re both Southerners turned Seattleites. We both moved from Texas to Washington with our families for work and still can’t help our jaws from dropping at the beauty of the Northwest. We both love to bake but really (really!) try to eat healthy. We love photography, thrift stores, and ice cream. Sugar is never not reason enough to be friends, right? But there were deeper things that crept into our conversation and friendship, as they do, like trust, and empathy; patience and forgiveness.
Another thing we discovered along the making of our friendship is how much respect we share for other makers and creatives, making their work in the same quiet, steadfast way that we do our own. Thanks to Instagram we recognized we were also gawking over the same recipes, the same ceramics, the same…dresses.