A dynamic duo...Amy and Cindy...always come to our store together, just great friends who have struck up a glassybaby codependency. I love to see them and they are perpetually coiffed and gorgeous. I swear there was a faux fur skirt involved in my last encounter with them. As we bantered recently...we joked about their glassybaby 'stockholding' status. They plead mirthfully for a discount...just on the principal of their vast and continuing purchases. And Cindy quipped, not missing a beat: "Not to mention our glassybaby evangelism." I just loved her turn of phrase.
Store passages from the week...Two scarved women came into our store, both statuesque and somehow celebratory. One chose a glassybaby and the other bought it for her... an instant birthday present. Before they whisked away to a birthday lunch...we fixed the birthday customer's failing pant hem with clear, wide, box tape. It was charming...gabardine pants, high heeled boots...hoisted onto our white 'check out' table for the fix and then...they were off.
A curious site on Wednesday...two men, on foot, parked themselves just outside of our store window. The November day was gorgeous. They seemed captivated by the glassblowing beyond the store. And I could not help but notice the plumes of cigar smoke dissipating around them. After some time...I could wait no longer. I poked my head outside of the store and inquired: "Do we have a baby?" One of the gentleman said: "Yes we do." Then I said:"Congratulations. Is it a boy or a girl?" He said: "One of each." Marvelous moment. They stole away...probably back to the hospital.
We give thanks for so many things. Among them, of course, our dear customers...the friendship we witness, glassybaby evangelism, new twins, glassybaby tape tailoring...the littany goes on and on.
Happy Thanksgiving from all of us at glassybaby.
Until Next Time, Nicola