Men Descend Upon glassybaby

   Happy Valentine's Day. Our demographic is clear...mostly women swish in and out of our store for gifts, often healing gifts, a touch of home decorating, a special table adornment for a party etc. etc.. However, there is a Valentine's Day calibration change to that demographic. The men descend upon the store, often with the look of love and the look of color query in their eye. Always upon reconciliation at the register is the look of 'she's going to love this...damn I'm good."

   Which reminds me of an amusing anecdote from our time at University Village. A young, hip guy bantered with me as he decisively stock piled a rather large order for his mother, aunt, sisters and girlfriend. He digressed to explain that he has a good friend, a glass blower, who often begs the question: "Why do you buy glassybaby when you can buy my glass?" The obvious rhetorical answer conveyed: "A man's gotta buy what the ladies want." Smart.

   I cull through the web orders for blog bits. I am forever struck by the  beautiful range of levity and depth. Just yesterday turning those pages I found birthday wishes, two Goldenrod being sent to a family displaced  by hurricane Katrina, and a woman bought a Seattle Sunset for herself...she described that she is celebrating another year of living and surviving her cancer.

Happy Valentin's Day...Love glassybaby. Until Next Time, Nicola