Sometimes the blog is written for me. To follow is a wonderful email from Gail King, that we received way back in September. She is a new glassybaby collector and one of our latest muses.
"Early in September my husband and I ventured down to Seattle for the day. Wanting to explore something different, we happened upon University Village. Further explorations revealed glassybaby.
Once inside, I was asked if I was a "collector." Hmmmm, well yes I am a collector (pottery, cookbooks, vintage linen,) but new to the world of glassybaby. At the time, I said I just don't think I need another collection.
We returned to Seattle for a mid-week trip (mid-September) to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
By this time, I had pondered the question "are you a collector" and had determined that yes I was and that I wanted to be a glassybaby collector. After all a glassybaby collection like pottery and vintage linens is really functional art...stuff that I love and use.
We visited the (Madrona) studio on our wedding anniversary (September 16) and my collection of glassybaby started! My husband and I picked pearl for our first glassybaby. Although bark, fearless, bedford brown, saturday morning and seattle sunset were also in the running.
Your blog was also instrumental in where we would have our anniversary dinner. You mentioned that the staff Christmas celebration was at Restaurant Cremant. So that's where we decided to go. YUM!
So this trip to Seattle we brought back more than our glssybaby. We have a collection of stories of how we came to collect glassybaby and the people who make them (who enjoy good food and wine and support local business.)"
Thank you so much Gail for your thoughtful, incredible email.
Now for a few of my words. On Monday, Martin Luther King Day, the sweetest little girl was in with her mom and auntie. This little darling was decked out in a beautiful lavender dress with twirling capability, and she wore fancy black shoes, that had a slight elevation. When I "ooooed" over her wardrobe ensemble I got a pirouette. Her aunt had the most poetic way of invoking the 'no touching' rule. She said marvelously: "There is no need to put your arms out when you can touch with your eyes." Lovely.
On Tuesday, Inauguration Day, it was thrilling to receive a web order of our gift set trio named: "Change Can Happen." And again, more poetic verbiage marked the week...I heard an NPR piece on Inauguration Day. A woman, in Washington D.C., was interviewed as a witness to the day. Inevitably, she was asked to remark upon the bitterly cold temperature. She replied: "History kept us warm."
Until Next Time, Warmly, Nicola