beautiful blue glasses

Years ago, my mother got friendly with a woman who worked at Goodwill.  She had been over for lunch, and noticed our shelves in the wall between the living room and kitchen.

I have no recollection of what was on these shelves before this lady came, but one day at work, a group of beautiful blue glasses came through, and that woman knew exactly where they should go.

Today, I washed them and polished the shelf. Four tall, four shorter.

                                                                                  

And now they're back on the shelf, everything sparkling.