We are officially quasi busy...fun busy, and so much of the emphasis is on gift giving...choosing the perfect glassybaby, then placing a check mark next to a name. It is really sweet and joyful. The banter is great.
One of our superb customers, Kim Clements of JAS Design, came in for a bevy of glassybaby, client and employee gifts , a stunning mixture of color revealed Kim's designer eye. As I boxed we chatted. Over the summer, unfortunately, Kim's house was broken into. She had the grace to perceive the incursion as : 'Just missing stuff.' She explained that of her three children, all boys, her youngest was most inquisitive and rather stuck or even captivated by the transgression that had occurred. Kim, mom, engaged the dialog: 'They did not take anything from us really, nothing important that is.' And the sweet response of understanding from her son went something like this: 'Yeah, Mom...they didn't get my Power Rangers and they didn't get your glassybaby.' Great sweet anecdote.
Again, the lens of a child. I received a phone order last week. A lovely, healthy, step mom was ordering three glassybaby for her step daughter, Kailey. The trio was specific, from a Christmas wishlist. Kailey, 11 years old, adores glassybaby to a wonderfully, imaginative, childlike extent. She anthropomorphizes intricately her step mom's glasybaby holdings:
- The color 'Charles' is the butler.
- The color 'TuTu' is a girly girl...great friends with Charles
- The color 'Citron' is a tom boy...who acts like she does not like Tutu...but really does.
Sweet step mom said: 'I could go on and on.' However, we summarily settled up the order as I had a crush of customers in the store. I love imagining the life to become of the glassybaby trio going to Kailey. Merry Christmas Kailey.
An endnote...this Saturday morning held a laundry list of 'to do's' for our family. At 10am...I was on a bead to University Village to deliver glassybaby stock...my babe was stowed in the back seat of the car. Although Seattle gray shrouded the sky...shoppers lined the alleys and byways of 'The Village.' Rae and I made 'the drop' easily. then we were off to ballet class. We passed Candy Cane Lane en route...and I had to double back. This real life lane is a Seattle classic...residents of the cul de sac faithfully adorn their homes in full holiday regalia. In the daylight Rae and I drove the lane...the ubiquitous holiday inflatables were deflated, the lights were not on, the nodding kinetic reindeer were at rest...but the thing that struck me in this holiday daylight?...each house presents a translation of the word 'peace' in a different language...on a small placard. There is 'peace' in Russian, Japanese, French, German etc, etc.. who knew that 'peace' in Norwegian is "Fred."A sweet moment with my 3 year old.
Fred to all. Until Next Time, Nicola