A gentleman entered our store, swaddled in a bohemian scarf. His good, vibrant, energy filled the room. With glassybaby dexterity he began to pluck and light. Quickly he gravitated toward our family of striped glassybaby. We have fanciful colors with random striping (citron, creamcicle and orangecicle.) I fetched polo from our archives. It is a fourth in the stripe camp. He purchased two polo, a gorgeous addition to his growing collection. As we chatted he recounted this:
'We had dinner with friends who have a ton of glassybaby on their dining room table. After dinner, everyone stayed around the table, talking into the wee hours of the night...I swear it was the glassybaby. This is money well spent.'
This gentleman is now formally made our glassybaby poster child. I love that he treasures that suspended jewel-time with friends and food and candlelight; and that he sought us out as a key ingredient in magic making. Wonderful.
Two dear friends were in to our Madrona store this week...both absolutely lovely. Baby Marcio was comfortably perched in his mom's arms. I am always impressed by moms shopping for glass with babes in arms...agility incarnate. Marcio had a penchant for pointing at various glassybaby colors (pointing is his newest trick.) He also had a penchant for flirting with me...record breaking cuteness. The ladies each landed with their perfect color. In fact, the customer that fawned over creme brulee, implored when learning the color name: 'Creme brulee is my favorite food.' A match made in heaven.
I love that Marcio's mama asked if we have a glassybaby named 'diamond.' Her mother and father in law are soon to celebrate their diamond anniversary, which translates to 60 years together...the Nobel Prize of anniversaries. Impressive. I wish we had a diamond glassybaby; however there is always: deep sea, great oak or even smooch. The possibilities are endless.
Speaking of smooch, a lovely Santa Monica customer ordered smooch online for her dear friends, soon to be wed. Our California customer can not attend the wedding; however her note invoked that quintessential moment when the bride and groom smooch...and the gift is off.
Until Next Time, Nicola