Sunday, January 3, 2010
A New Year Begins
Can you believe that it is already 2010? Here we are three days into the new year. Time seems to be flying by. Well, mostly. I'm excited to announce that I will be moving my lampwork studio into the house! Presently, it's in the garage. But no matter how my family tries, it seems that other things get put in my area.
Picture a perfect torching day. Everything is going right. (Hey, that doesn't always happen. I have times when I've got the whole day to torch, and NOTHING turns out right.) But back to the great day......imagine melting glass, hot fire, and silver glass.......aaahhh, what a fantastic day. Music is playing in the background. I'm singing- because no one else can hear.
Then suddenly, while my right hand is holding a rod of hot glass, and my left hand is slowly turning the mandrel in the flame with an awesome bead on it.............disaster hits in the the form of a cat named King. King is no ordinary cat. He thinks nothing is more fun than to bother me while I torch. He has chosen his moment, and is now hanging from my left arm by his claws. Did I mention that I had a short sleeve shirt on? Or that I'm allergic to cats?? What can a girl do? Of course, being a beadmaker, I must finish my bead. So the heavy, dander filled cat is hanging from my skin until I can finish that perfect bead, and remove him. OUCH! That in a nutshell is one big reason that I'm so excited to have my own room!!!
Picture a perfect torching day. Everything is going right. (Hey, that doesn't always happen. I have times when I've got the whole day to torch, and NOTHING turns out right.) But back to the great day......imagine melting glass, hot fire, and silver glass.......aaahhh, what a fantastic day. Music is playing in the background. I'm singing- because no one else can hear.
Then suddenly, while my right hand is holding a rod of hot glass, and my left hand is slowly turning the mandrel in the flame with an awesome bead on it.............disaster hits in the the form of a cat named King. King is no ordinary cat. He thinks nothing is more fun than to bother me while I torch. He has chosen his moment, and is now hanging from my left arm by his claws. Did I mention that I had a short sleeve shirt on? Or that I'm allergic to cats?? What can a girl do? Of course, being a beadmaker, I must finish my bead. So the heavy, dander filled cat is hanging from my skin until I can finish that perfect bead, and remove him. OUCH! That in a nutshell is one big reason that I'm so excited to have my own room!!!
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