It is official, we have heat. There has been a little known electrical glitch in our building matrix...no heat. If you have been to visit us in the colder months, you may remember being able to shop and see your breath at the same time. The furnaces pull so much amperage that we had to import more electricity. My overtaxed down vest has been laid down. Welcome Bikram glassybaby. We invite you into the warmth. It is divine.
Every year a fantastic customer makes a pilgrimage from the distant shores of Bellevue to Seattle where we reside. I am always astonished to know that she begins her Christmas shopping in October...early October. So, today was the day that Bebe graced us with her presence...in holiday cheer of course. Upon entering the store she exclaimed: 'I listened to Christmas carols all the way over here...with the heat on high.' This is my kind of woman, like our new red glassybaby, a 'Fireball.' Merry Christmas Bebe.
On the heels of Bebe came a deja vu customer. I had helped her just the day or two before. She came in with a disturbing exclamation: 'My glassybaby was stolen!' Apparently she had carefully stowed, overnight, a single glassybaby (for the record Frog Hunting) in a Whole Foods shopping bag, in the back seat of her car. As her next day began curbside, she fell upon a ransacked car. The only thing stolen?...the one glassybaby. Obviously we extend a heartfelt condolence to our great customer; but somewhere in this exchange was a kind of perverse compliment. Even thieves get it.
Which reminds me of a left field anecdote...indulge me. Dear friends of my family are French. Years ago, the family home in Dax was broken into. Various antiquities and family treasures were sadly absconded with, but beyond this loss was the signature currency of the French thieves...they made off with the most important and valuable wines from the wine cellar. Surgical removal of the best years and vintners occurred. So dastardly.
Stay warm, have a glass of good French wine and... lock your doors. Happy Fall from all of us. Until Next Time, Nicola