prom season

One sure sign that spring is in the air?  It’s prom season.  If you go out to eat on a Saturday night, chances are you will see groups of high school students enjoying their big night out.  Girls with their updos and shoes that defy gravity (and walking in some cases), guys in tuxedos looking uncomfortable and fussing with their cummerbunds or ties, limousines with their uniformed drivers at the ready. A midnight run to Dick’s drive-in will find girls, post-dance, with their hair falling down, corsages looking a bit worse for the wear, shoes off and in the back of someone’s car…and the jacket of their date carefully draped over their shoulders.  It’s a rite of passage that is fun to witness.

A customer recently wrote to share the sad news that her “prom dress” glassybaby had encountered a falling curtain rod and had not survived unscathed.  She was anxious to replace it post-haste, because it had been a gift.  Some time back, “prom dress” was renamed “glamour”. Despite the name change, it still glows a beautiful shade of lilac, reminiscent of many a prom and bridesmaid dress. When we called to confirm shipping arrangements, we heard the lovely story behind the customer’s “prom dress”. She explained that she had not been asked to her prom, and had always felt a twinge of sadness when recalling the memory. When her best friend heard the tale, he immediately purchased a “prom dress” glassybaby for his friend, so that she would have a happy memory to recall instead of a sad one. Who couldn’t use a friend with this kind of compassion and ingenuity? He sounds like a keeper. We’re happy to report that a replacement glassybaby is on its way. ~Mary

joy and heart

 

The glassybaby handmade candle holder set that best represents my Mom is “joy” and “heart”. As a child, I used to walk to school with a boy that lived a few blocks from my house. He would come every morning and wait in front of our house, too shy to come and knock on the door. He was always dressed like he was going to church—dress pants and a yellow-plaid shirt that had a collar and looked like it could use a good ironing. On the mile walk to school, we would stop frequently so that he could pull up his socks. The dress shoes he was wearing appeared to be at least several sizes too big and as they slipped on and off his feet, they pulled his socks down. One day, while walking home from school, he asked if we had any bandaids at our house. My Mom helped him cover the blisters on the tops of his feet where his shoes had been rubbing. Before he left to continue walking home, she asked if she might draw an outline of his foot on paper. As soon as he left, we got in our station wagon and drove to the neighborhood JCPenney store. My Mom told the salesman that we needed two pair of shoes: one in the size of the outline she had drawn on the paper, and one that was the next size up. She also bought two packages of socks. When we got home, she took the shoes out of their boxes and unwrapped the socks. We placed the items in a plain, brown grocery bag and wrote my friend’s name on the outside. I walked them to my friend’s house and placed them on the porch near the front door. My Mom told me not to ring the bell, nor to ever mention that the shoes and socks were a gift from us, unless my friend specifically asked. He never did. The next day my friend showed up to walk to school wearing his new shoes and socks. The pure joy on his face is something I will never forget. My Mom had a huge heart and I would witness her generosity many times throughout my childhood. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! ~Mary