For years….literally years…ever since a visit to Italy, I have been in search of the perfect set of little Italian wine glasses to sip the most delectable vino from. I have come across similar glasses, but never any that felt like they belonged in my home at a dinner party among friends….until Sunday night.
As we sat sipping tea after a most delicious meal in one of the most highly recommended establishments in town, my friend Margo’s house, the conversation veered off in a multitude of directions. It so happened to venture on to a discussion of wine glasses and my insane desire to have these little Italian bicchieri di vino. I’m a glassware girl and to say I love it would be a huge understatement. There is just something about having the quintessential glass for that special drink that brings so much joy. I realize it’s ridiculous and that there are so many other things in life to ponder and wish for. But this was just one of those little things that wraps itself around your imagination and won’t let go. So as we sat, pondering the ways of life, the words had barely escaped my lips when my girlfriend Sandy responded, “I’ve got some of those glasses and I love them, but I never use them. You are welcome to have them.” I sat with high aspirations that my quest had reached its’ end…and in fact…it had.
After years of peering into windows, perusing the internet, and searching high and low, my perfect Italian wine glasses had arrived. I love when that happens. When divine intervention occurs and what you long for and seek, finds you instead.