Several winters ago, I found myself in Sarasota for Habatat’s winter extravaganza exhibit. At the moment my special encounter occurred, I was feeling run down, exhausted, and fighting a cold. The loveliest of collectors ( beautiful on the inside as well as the out), approached me during the opening festivities, asking if I would like .....
Several winters ago, I found myself in Sarasota for Habatat’s winter extravaganza exhibit. At the moment my special encounter occurred, I was feeling run down, exhausted, and fighting a cold. The loveliest of collectors ( beautiful on the inside as well as the out), approached me during the opening festivities, asking if I would like to visit her in her home later that evening. I took the rental car a few hours later along a meandering road paved with broken oyster shells, adorned on each side by huge trees overhung with moss which brushed the car as I drove past.
When I finally arrived- the house was like something out of a fairy tale! The house was small and unpretentious (but charming, with wood tiled walls and roof, and old wavy glass windows), situated about ten yards from the ocean. It was flanked by McMansions on either side, yet the house itself looked as if lifted from a hundred year old photograph. I breathed in the ocean scentsnwhile stepping out of my shoes, a tiny dog leaping around my legs with enthusiasm. She and the dog took me for a long walk down the empty beach, which was strewn with the most beautiful shells I have ever seen before. It must have rained earlier that afternoon, and the air was cool and crystal clear. I picked up every shell I could manage, cradling them in my arms. My arms were so full of shells that one or another of them slipped repeatedly to the sand, and the dog danced around and even seemed to laugh with delight. The sun set gradually as we walked- illuminating the surroundings with a soft, warm glow.
After our walk we went back to her house and sat in the living room, looking at the waves through the picture window and listening to the hypnotic sounds of the ocean, while eating homemade guacamole. Our conversation revealed that this lovely woman was truly a kindred spirit to me, in every aspect of life that I find important. Our conversation seemed effortless, and I felt that I was with an old friend I had known forever.
It literally seemed as though I had been whisked away into a fairy realm, without a care in the world. I will remember that magical afternoon for the rest of my life! (Later the next day, I received a scathing note from the hotel manager where I was staying- the note stated that there had been several complaints from housekeeping about the hundreds of shells left soaking in the tub, and the strong fragrance of low tide emanating from my room!) I still have all the shells….
Habatat Glass invites you to celebrate the
48th year of our International Glass Exhibition.
We are extremely proud to have founded the oldest and largest annual glass exhibition in the world.
Grand Opening: May 8th | Exhibition continues to July 3rd of 2020