As much as the rain falls upon us in Seattle, we must rejoice in days like today, illuminated by an abiding November sun...simply gorgeous. The dance of the crimson and amber leaves on the floor, outside, in the sunlight gives us pause. Which reminds me of the October 13th day when I received a lovely email. Would our space be available for an early November evening party? The answer? Of course. What I learned...Jill Caruso and her husband were hatching a plan to celebrate Jill's last chemo treatment for breast cancer. The plan came full circle last Saturday night. They and dozens of their friends came together chez glassybaby for an evening celebrating wellness, which included kids, music, appetizers, libations and glass blowing as the backdrop. To be chosen as a hub and hearth for Jill's celebration felt profound and wonderful.
Our web orders usher forward the sweetest details that personalize their commerce. It astounds me that our dear customers take the time to articulate their arrival to glassybaby. This note came to us this week to the tune of 57 individually boxed glassybaby:
"My good friend just told me about these. I LOVE them and am giving them as presents. This is a huge order, I realize, and please let me know if there is a problem filling it. I know each one will be special and WISH I were there to hand pick them. Your store will make my heart stop and I can't wait to visit one day. Thank you so much for creating something out of my two favorite things in the world, Glass and Color. Bravo, much love, Lucky."
Thanks Lucky...you are a glassybaby kindred spirit. We anxiously await your visit.
With Thanksgiving upon us and so much to be thankful for...a simple, sweet moment in the store strikes my memory. A wonderful mom, son and son's friend entered on Tuesday. The young guys were, Veteran's Day free from school. They were maybe 10 years old, I am guessing. They absolutely dove into color shopping. The son of our customer implored sweetly that he wanted to buy his mom Prom Dress. She admired the color yet artfully dodged his choice by saying: 'Sweetie, think of the colors in our house. Do you think that purple really works?' (Rhetorical "no.") The other young man was shopping color and I loved his creative verbiage: 'Look at this one, so prettyful.' He saw my twisted face questioning the adjective and replied: 'I like making up words.'
We are thankful and prettyful. Until next time, Nicola