I’ve always known that hot glass and I were meant to be. I’ve been a pyro for as long as I could remember. I was always the one who could get the fire going the fastest, who’s coals burned hotter and longer.
I guess it helps that I’m a Leo. A fire sign for sure.
Anyway, this amazing place called The Glass Academy In Dearborn, held a “sample” class today. We each got to blow a bubble on a blow pipe (one lung here did better than expected on that one). And we got to make a paper weight that I get to pick up next week. Controlling that amount of hot glass is incredible. I would encourage every lampworker to take a blowing sample class. I really got a feel for how boro works when it’s amazingly hot. I was amazed at how stiff it was even at over 1200 degrees. I did love plunging in the pliers and twisting and creating the core. And since Karen and I were both experienced with warm glass they really let us handle the pipes more than the other people. For example, the instructor would take the punty from them to reheat the gather. He would let Karen and I do it ourselves. It really was a fabulous experience and I’m so glad I took the opportunity. I almost passed it up.
Sometimes the Gods spam you for a reason.
Some quick photo’s then off to sleepy.
Thanks again to everyone at Glass Academy for making my day memorable. You’ll probably see me again.
Did some work on my computer today. Printed out vouchers for a couple of classes I’ve signed up for. One is for a glass blowing class and the other is the class you need to take for your real estate license. I may not do either one ever again, but at least I will know how to do it. I’m going to dedicate this year to learning. Taking all the training classes I can, reading all the tutorials I can get my hands on. I’m going to make an honest effort to improve my glass skills and if it is not in me to become a great lampworker, well, I can still pull cane and murinni for those who use it. I’m getting pretty good at blowing shards too.
I am also working on opening my second ETSY shop. This one with my handmade goods. Crochet, knit and hand sewn items. Keeping one shop open and fresh is hard. Two will be even more interesting. I have to be careful not to overload myself. Learn balance. I’m just so tired of doing nothing. If I’m going to be sick, I’m going to be the best sick person I’ve ever seen.
We just got back from a 25th anniversary party. I love seeing all the young people growing older and the babies getting bigger. Everyone had a great time, I love seeing friends and family. Can you imagine being married to someone for 25 years? Joe and I are going on 14 this year, and those are just married years. I’m not counting the longest engagement in history. It’s a good feeling to know that you have found the person that you want to torment for the rest of your life.
Did you all notice the photo of the houseboat added to my home page. That is my new dream retirement home. Currently docked in the harbor of St. Thomas USVI, I’m convinced that I could live the rest of my life there. I’ve also updated my “scary toys” tab to reflect my latest unusual finds. I do have to start cooking again so I can list some more recipes.
Off to bed. My little head is pounding. Another round of chemo coming on Tuesday. I can feel my body gearing up for the next wave of poisons to pour in. Yippee for me.
Have a great night everyone.
(Rhema, may the fairies tickle your dreams tonite darling)