In the first 24 hours the Slow Miracle Art Store page was “live,” I learned a lot about virtual buttons. If you happened to have tried any of the store buttons out during that time, you may have been a victim of my learning curve. I learned that the “buy now” buttons do not allow people to accumulate more than one item before purchasing. (I guess it never occurred to me that anyone would want more than one item.) So I learned how to change the “buy now” button to a “view cart” button that would allow shoppers to gather the items they wanted to purchase. But then, oh then, I was informed that somehow all 3 of the buttons were placing the greeting cards in the shopping card, as if that were the only item for sale in the store.
For most of my life the word “button” meant the kind you see in the photo above; it’s a shot into my mother’s old button jar, which I am lucky enough to have. There’s nothing particularly valuable in it, but they are all special to me: things that fell off suits she wore when I was little, the brass buttons from my old pea coat, and best of all the wooden “Mrs. Button” you see smiling up at us. Long ago it was glued to a drawing of a matronly woman’s body on a book of children’s songs my Mom used to play on the piano for us.
So the idea that buttons are full of technical code is a new one to me. That’s why I needed my own personal “validation engineer.” And luckily, I have one. It’s Veronica, of the wonderful blog Gluten Free Vegaquarian. I hope you’ll check it out. She is one awesome chef with a gourmet sense of adventure in the kitchen. She has some tasty low fat offerings and a can-do attitude about how to live well with MS. And she leaves some great comments over here. As with so many of you, her encouragement to open the shop has been very important to my process of gathering the courage to dive in.
But I didn’t expect that by trying to be my first customer, she would inadvertently yet graciously become my very own personal “validation engineer,” something she used to do in a former job. As a poet, I love word play. This phrase works on me at so many levels I get giddy with significance about the wonderful sense of creative humor the universe hands over each time I am willing to pay attention. So thanks to Veronica, who patiently persevered in testing the buttons until she was able to place her order, anyone else who decides to do the same will have smooth sailing.
In a former job she spent hours “trying to debug processor issues.” This phrase also delighted me, because when I first started composing a potential post about this adventure in my head (even before it multiplied itself a few times over and my validation engineer saved the day) it was called “Working the Bugs Out.” And of course, being me, I thought of literal bugs. And this little drawing and note I made years ago about some little green bugs I wondered about in my berry patch:
I have to laugh. The technical bugs are all worked out (for now anyway), and the real ones are mostly gone for the winter. And thanks to Veronica and Susan, it was fun working them out. As with the little green ones I observed and tried to draw, my sense of awe about the world remains intact. Now this “nineteenth century girl,” as some of my friend have called me, is just a tiny bit less intimidated by virtual buttons with code, options, pull down menus and logging in and logging out. Lucy and Ethel would be proud. I feel so blessed. Next post we will celebrate that blessing with a cookie recipe–bug and button free, of course.