Springtime is not the only time that inspires the muses of poets:
"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree."
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
(Oh really? Easy girl. Now, let's not get carried away.)
Our glassybaby friend Sarah recently wrote us about an early fall trip to New York that she, her sister and two friends enjoyed. Upon checking into their hotel room, they were delighted to discover that it had a beautiful terrace displaying the charms of lower Manhattan. The ladies decided that it was the perfect spot to relax and even have cocktails and dinner. But it was missing an essential ingredient: glassybaby.
Even though all four of the lovely ladies have nice collections at home, no one had thought to bring any glassybaby on the trip. The next day Sarah, Mary, Ashly, and Leslye were down at the Hudson Street shop lighting and plucking glassybaby from the shelves. They picked out a few to ship home but chose one apiece to take back to their fabulous outdoor spot.
They placed 'hudson', sheer creem', 'dragon', and 'arthur' on the ledge and sat back to watch them do their magic in the warm glow of the evening sky.
Thank you for sharing with us.
If you missed the article in The New York Times on Thursday Sept. 29, about Lee's story and the glassybaby mission of giving in New York City, you can read it online: