Thinking and re-thinking the problem of what to bestow upon Mrs. Henry in honor of her milestone birthday, Mr. Henry is beginning to suspect that he might be over-thinking.
But how would you know? What if he hasnâ€™t given it enough thought already?
Taking under advisement the wise words of counsel generously sent by Owen, Klee, theDiva, Yossa, Jezebella and Glinda of Teeny Manolo, Mr. Henry made an interim decision and bought a beautiful hand-blown glass bowl from Sara Japanese Pottery on Lexington Avenue at 70th Street.
Since the bowl was a perfect receptacle for cranberry sauce, he jumped the birthday queue and presented it on Thanksgiving.
Success! (temporarily, at least) â€¦ She loves it.
However, a bowl is not an intimate gift. It canâ€™t be worn against the skin, nor is it the treasured keepsake of a romantic moment. The search continues.