Last evening, in the twilight of our store hours, a three generation ensemble came in...mother, daughter and 5 month old grandaughter. Their presence struck me as they discussed and admired all of the colors. I listened with delight to this exchange:
"Mom this is absolutely your color. It is the bluest blue here...and the name is...Regal." Smiling response from the mother: "Ahhh...yes, Regal...that is my color."
And the beauty in this exchange...she seemed so regal to me...articulate in speech, wearing a cape-ish coat in some wonderful saturated color, her hair immaculately swept up into a bun. She described traveling the world to admire glassblowing in different countries, most recently Paris. She explained further that the family appreciation of colored glass spans years. It began to some degree in their home...a classic 1920's beauty, possessing a stunning stained glass window on the landing of their staircase. The window was instrumental when teaching her young children their colors. "Regal" incarnate entered our store so wonderfully.
Another color translation that amuses me to reflect upon. A dear friend of mine just turned 40. To honor this anniversary and welcome her into the club, another dear friend spearheaded a great project. A broad stroke of friends were instructed to send birthday greetings to Jeanine that somehow incorporated imagery of the sun. (She is a known sun goddess.) I thought: "I have the perfect gift...a glassybaby...Seattle Sunset." After sending it off with cooing birthday wishes, I am left wondering about the sunsetting part in conjunction with the 40th birthday celebration part. Why didn't I think of Goldenrod? ( Post script...We received a warm thank you note...with no sign of dismay.)
Until Next Time...Nicola