We received a great glassybaby 'exodus' story in our customer service inbox. I have to share it:
"Dear glassybaby, I wanted to share a quick story and thank you to let you know my appreciation in being an avid new collector of your fantastic votives.
To mark the occasion of my milestone 40th birthday last December, my very dear friends gave me a very generous gift certificate to glassybaby. Upon receipt of the gift certificate email, I immediately went to your website to peruse the color selections. Overwhelmed by the vast array, I retreated in defeat only to return the next day with an even greater zealous and curious nature.
Alas, my PC was just not doing justice to what I could tell was a rainbow of hand crafted works of art. I instantly emailed my dear friend and asked if she would be interested in meeting me in Seattle to visit your studio and select the votives in person. With a few weeks of planning, we were able to set the date and make our reservations.
Last weekend we met in Seattle (she flew in from LA and I flew in from Washington, DC.) With spectacular Spring weather on Saturday, we enjoyed a leisurely walk from our hotel on Pier 67 to the Madrona neighborhood. It was a wonderful experience walking into the glassybaby shop/studio space after having both come so far from our respective homes.
We thoroughly enjoyed spending time and arranging countless combinations of colors. After over an hour of play time we created an amazing starter set that will always remind me of my milestone birthday and a rendezvous weekend with my dear friend. My favorite colors (so far) are Peter Pan and Wet Dog.
Thank you and your entire team for creating beautiful reminders of how good life can be. With my very best wishes, Anthony"
We love Anthony. We anoint him honorary glassybaby spokesperson status...forever. And for him to extol the virtues of Peter Pan and Wet Dog...he obviously has highly evolved taste. Thank you Anthony (he sweetly gave me carte blanche to publish his words.)
End note...my daughter is 3, so my Mother's Day gift from her was a moment. We were driving home at the end of the day when the sun is at it's mezzanine...'magic hour.' My girl said: "Mommy...look at the fireflies." I kept driving, smiling about her imagination vocalized. Then again, this time emphatically: "Mom, Mom...look at all the fireflies." I glanced back and there were indeed little dancing circles of light everywhere, a la fireflies. The perfect angle of the sun was hitting the sequins on her twirly skirt and so there were fireflies everywhere...'a beautiful reminder of how good life can be.'
Until Next Time, Nicola