Something has come from a friend in vastly different parts of the country every morning this week.
But yesterday's morning surprise from a friend who is one of the artisans in the Mary-Melinda Wellsandt atelier, located in Seattle, was spectacular. She and her crew make collectible glassware. They write more orders every year, despite the horrible economy. People still prize beauty.
Those teeny little dots you see on some of the pieces? My friend applies them, one at a time, with a teeny-tiny brush.
Every piece is hand-made -- they blow their own glass -- and crafted. Mary-Melinda comes up the designs, shapes and forms. She and her krewe, including my friend, then using a variety of tools and implements, from sand blasters to paints and brushes, execute them.
I had no idea this was coming. It has made me very happy. I love to hold it, to look at it. Not only is it a visual joy, it is a tactile one -- smooth and rough, solid and weighty.
This little vase is going to stay right here, where I can see and hold it many times every day.
Beauty arriving by the US post office -- there is no better way to begin the day