It was such a pleasure to welcome Tim Rose through our doors this week...the father of an angel. To explain...Tim is integral in launching a camp for seriously ill children. His is a solid partnership with the Hole in the Wall Gang and Paul Newman. The camp named Camp Korey honors the legacy of Tim's son Korey who tragically died of bone cancer in 2004. The camp resides on the old Carnation Farm...by all accounts idyllic. It is our honor to jump into the mix of this great effort. There is a stunning, calm, buttery yellow glassybaby, named Angel. Lee has deemed it our latest 'giving' glassybaby. Each Angel sold will benefit Camp Korey. (The designated 10% donation translates to $4.00 for every Angel sold.) Tim, a Vice President at Costco has made a second career in generosity. With the loss of his son, Tim has ensured that Korey's legacy is mighty...what a profound gift to his son's memory.
On Thursday I was summoned to the storefront. The brief phone intercom exchange revealed: "There is a great blog story in the store." I went up expressly as I am always looking for good blog fodder. I arrived to find Susan Moffet, a dear customer who often comes into our store with a good friend on her shoulder. Her spirit fills the room. With ebullience she explained that she was shopping for a birthday gift. Rhetorically she asked: "What do you get a Frenchman turning 95 on Bastille Day?" The answer of course: "The 'frenchest' blue glassybaby that you can find." She landed on a Blue Bird glassybaby, a gorgeous blue, soaring with French patriotism.
Susan's friend's name is Bernie Quineau, Among other things he drove across country last year with his wife Esther. He also planned all the details of his 95th birthday party for 60 people. The festivities begin with a welcome cocktail party, then a cruise on Lake Washington followed by a sit down dinner... marvelous. As I consult my internal calendar...I realize that today is Bastille Day....Bonne Anniversaire Bernie. (Confession #1: I wish I was at that party.)
Lastly...just a lunch break vignette. Quite often I toodle down beautiful tree lined Madison for a salad purchased at Bert's Red Apple...a sweet little grocery store. From the comfort of AC and NPR I sit in my car for a bite of lunch. Last week as I enjoyed a small shrimp salad and (confession #2) a single size pepperoni pizza from the hot bar... I witnessed this.... a quite elderly woman (I'm guessing octogenarian) wearing a silk dress and stockings in the stifling heat... she slowly and elegantly walked into Tulley's Coffee. Only moments later she slowly and elegantly exited Tulley's Coffee; however something was wonderfully different...she carried a rather large, perfectly swirled ice cream cone, which she sat and ate until the last pyramid morsel of cone was crunched. Then she dabbed her mouth with a napkin, deftly sought out a compact and lipstick...then reapplied a beautiful stroke of color to her lips. After, she was on her way. This was just the most charming summer moment I can think of.
Remember to eat ice cream cones. Until Next Time, Nicola