Kimono cardigan, garage sale /// jeans, American Eagle Outlet /// tank, Target /// sunglasses, Kate Spade aviators
The Magnolia District in Seattle has a little gem. Or should I say, a little light. It’s a shop called glassybaby and they specialize in the most magnificent hand blown glass candle votives. They’re collectibles for sure and have a strong following of glassy lovers. My mother being one of them. At $40 a pop though, she’s added to her collection slowly over the years; asking for them for birthdays, Mother’s Day and Christmas. In our family, a glassybaby never disappoints.
Most of her “babies” have come to her by way of the seconds sale. Twice a year, glassybaby boasts a sea of glass filled tables in their hot shop with all the perfectly imperfect votives on display. Collectors (my mama) and newbies (me) swarm the tables in awe of all the pretty. And truly, sometimes the most imperfect ones become the most perfect ones for our season in life — speckles, blotches of darkness, air bubbles, uneven tops, a constant line running around. Imperfections in and of themselves, but beautiful markings that once filled with light, illuminate a complete story where the source of a things good and perfect and whole becomes the focus.
And that dresser with the most perfect mirror? It was on the side of the street for only $10! Here’s the whole story … can’t wait to clean it up!