But since then, my brain’s sleep center has been bitterly complaining about how it is always the last to know when these semiannual dastardly schemes occur. In fact, my internal clock has been downright disagreeable these past few mornings.
And I must say, the dogs are none too happy about it either. It’s dark when we get up and it’s rainy when I put them out. But, when they come in, we light a "wet dog" glassybaby to bring ourselves a smile and some cheer before breakfast. Sometimes you just have to laugh. (Doesn't look like Teddy and Beau are quite there yet.)
Is this the spring from Hades? But I jump ahead. Technically it isn’t spring until Sunday, the 20th. Hooray!
Anyone for Spring Break? I’m thinking "cabo," "dolphin," "ocean," "pool" and "sea foam." Heck. I’d settle for a sumptuous "saturday morning" if the sun would come out.
If anyone’s travels consist of going abroad, just remember cousin Betty’s advice: "For a gorgeous passport photo: wear red lipstick and air kiss the camera." That girl knows how to do it. (Note to self: think next visa photo!) She always has a glamorous clique of glassybaby going: "cognac" with "devil dog" and "smooch" for example on the sideboard. Or "peony," "jane’s caramel" and "raspberry sorbet" on her dressing table. Great combos. But more about combos later.
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Lindsey of our University Village store told a heartwarming account of a woman purchasing "baby" for her recently pregnant sister. The sisters then put their heads together and realized it was the perfect gift for the proud couple to announce the impending stork arrival to Grandma-to-be. What joy!
I happened across another U-Village customer who was, with Christina’s help, choosing for an auction a trio of glassybaby which would best connote the idea of spring. She plucked many from the shelves but settled on the combination of "cabo," "grass," and "smooch." Stepping into the store, I spied her colorful combo and noted aloud, "Wow! That is so SPRING." She was delighted that her chosen threesome suggested to a bystander just what she was after. (And I was just as pleased as she was.)
Tracy told me of a recent surprise birthday party at the Bellevue store. The husband planned the whole shindig for his lady-love--a delicious repast with drinks and desserts for thirty revelers all playing out in the lovely limelight of colorful glassybaby. Now, that’s my kind of story.
You know how you can feel so right about something? Well, a woman came into the Bellevue store, politely insisting that she had to have "hampton". Tracy, a bit confused, finally realized that she meant "hudson"! They both had a jolly laugh. She knew what she wanted; only she had her New York names mixed up! I hate it when that happens.
Until next time,