I futzed around too long yesterday and by the time I got to my studio there wasn't time to heat up that big kiln, figure out a plan and productively play with fire.
So, I drew in my bead sketchbooks.
Pondered why I have so many red and orange colored pencils.
Came to no conclusions but did eat some Valentine's chocolate.
Sketched some more -
- then watched the trains come and go from my fourth floor perch.
I like to think of it as the penthouse.
Revisited a great book on bead making called "Beads of Glass" by Cindy Jenkins.
Wondered if she's a Cynthia or a Lucinda, like me. Nobody calls me Cindy anymore, don't even try it.
Chewed some clove gum and was pleased that I still knew how to construct a gum wrapper chain.
Dipped a mess of mandrels.
They're the stainless steel rods, coated with clay, that the molten glass is wrapped onto when beads are made. Few things are as pretty as a bouquet of freshly dipped mandrels.
Swept the floor and called it a day.
So, I drew in my bead sketchbooks.
Pondered why I have so many red and orange colored pencils.
Came to no conclusions but did eat some Valentine's chocolate.
- then watched the trains come and go from my fourth floor perch.I like to think of it as the penthouse.
Wondered if she's a Cynthia or a Lucinda, like me. Nobody calls me Cindy anymore, don't even try it.
Chewed some clove gum and was pleased that I still knew how to construct a gum wrapper chain.
Dipped a mess of mandrels.
They're the stainless steel rods, coated with clay, that the molten glass is wrapped onto when beads are made. Few things are as pretty as a bouquet of freshly dipped mandrels.
Swept the floor and called it a day.
1 comment:
LOve your report! ;)
It never occured to me that Cindy was the short version of Lucinda... hope your winter was warmer than mine... :)
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