The sun has been consistently streaming through the bank of windows of our new store front. It is glorious and much anticipated...it is as if the glassybaby are receiving photosynthesis. Ahhh the sun is breathing in life.
There is a daily flurry in the store...it is wonderful and feels welcoming. I chat regularly with customers and the conversation is always bejeweled with the best life content. One customer bought three glassybaby to be individually boxed. She described the recipients as follows:
Citron...was going to herself. Yellow is her color. The newly 'rolled out' Citron was a perfect addition to her growing collection of yellow glassybaby.
Iris...was going to her daughter. A treasure to reward her herculean efforts in organizing colleagues to raise money and 'walk for a cure,' a wonderful local cancer cause.
Angel...was going to, an unlikely, new found, younger friend. Her friend, only 22 years old has just lost her mother to ALS. She lost her father even earlier.The Angel glassybaby seemed to be the perfect gift in memoriam of this young woman's beloved parents.So sweet.
Another customer entered post-odyssey. She set out on a Thursday with a list of errands...glassybaby was her first stop. She went to our now defunct Greenlake location...only to find vacancy. (She had no idea that we have moved.) She soldiered on. Her next stop?...St Marks Cathedral on Capitol Hill...to deliver donation clothes needed at 'Tent City.' ('Tent City' is a city wide effort to provide real estate to the homeless, a place where they can safely reside in tents temporarily.) Again, her hopes of achieving errand success and a good deed were dashed...'Tent City' has moved. She was directed to 22nd and Cherry... to the Baptist Church where 'Tent City' now resides. The Baptists are our new neighbors...they directed her to our new store only blocks away. The morning came full circle so poetically...and to boot...she lives nearby us. What was her glassybaby purchase? Of course 2 Angel glassybaby to celebrate her daughter's first communion. We smiled and briefly nodded at the possibility of divine intervention. As usual...a sweet poignancy...no matter what you believe.
Thanks for believing in glassybaby...Until Nest Time...Nicola