What a tattered beauty she was.
A little white moth died on the sill.
I taught the opening night of 'beginning beads' yesterday - welcoming four new lampworkers into the world. They are a particularly talented and delightful group. Surprise! Three of them are rather handsome men.
It's been a very glassy day here so far - I piddled around and took a quick inventory of my glass stash and then placed a large order this morning. I bought a few really odd lots - sampling glasses with peculiar names like Buttered Popcorn, Whisper, Orion, Martian Strata and Tidepool. I am also trying out some seeded rods, has anybody out there used them? Finally, with much gnashing of teeth and eyes rolling back into my head, I ordered a couple of bundles of exceedingly expensive silvered glass. Yes I am feeling kind of frisky.
With the indulgent shopping out of the way I have settled down to do a few beady sketches. Working from the jet black berry photos of last weekend I am planning a bracelet of leaves with lots of berry headpins as dangles. Next I will pull out all the rods I need and get ready to torch tonight. I am soooo ready. It's been almost two weeks since I have been able to get my flame on.
I am completely freaked out. Someone came into the house around 3am and took my cash and an old cd player. Alas, Napoleon and Kiki (our dogs) slept thru it but Dick heard something (the back door) and went downstairs. He found my wallet in the backyard, credit cards and checks still in it but stripped of the cash.
These dogs are apparently useless as watch dogs.
As burglary goes it's not much of a loss,
but the idea of someone searching about the house while we were asleep is beyond creepy.
These dogs are apparently useless as watch dogs.
As burglary goes it's not much of a loss,
but the idea of someone searching about the house while we were asleep is beyond creepy.