Apologies for the pun. When it gets that bad, you know the glassist is kilnless.
Try saying “glassist is kilnless” five times, very fast. Probably not survivable.
Neither, according to my fevered brain, is not having a working kiln in the house. First time in more than 15 years and, naturally, the number of just-gotta-do-it-right-NOW projects has reached an all-time high. […]
Glassists testing products would do well to remember this maxim:
Failure is good. Each failure deepens your subject matter expertise.
When it comes to enamels-on-glass, my subject matter expertise must be about as deep as the Mariana trench.
Bullseye Glass kindly included me in their beta trials of a new (for them) product line: Color Line Enamels.
Right about now I’ll bet they’re wishing they hadn’t.
Color Line Enamels are made in the UK, meant to be airbrushed, painted, printed or otherwise applied to glass or ceramic surfaces, then fired. They come in a bunch of luscious colors; Bullseye gave me four very sedate bottles to […]
life, food, stuff like that
“At bird shows, you look up,” he said, pointing up to rafters filled with imaginary avian escapees.
“At dog shows? You look DOWN!” And everyone chuckled.
I didn’t get the joke until later, when I narrowly avoided a fresh canine surprise–eeeuw!–while trying to retain my dignity by not saying stuff like “uzzums wuzzums GOOD BOY, uzzums wuzzums DOGGIE?” to every furry face I saw.
Mom and I were at the Rose City Classic Dog Show, drowning in dogfur. It’s a kind of three-ring circus of dog shows, one of the bigger in the western US, with a craft fair, a bunch of different dog breeder shows, and heaven knows what else going on for blocks and blocks and blocks.
My friend Carol will tell you I am NOT a cook, and she’s right. Cooks invent new ways to turn daily caloric input into stuff I only dream about (unless Carol invites me over for dinner, because Carol is a cook).
Me, I’m a food geek. I could care less about daily meals, but give me a challenge, or slip some fascinating cookery science my way, and I’m on it. And, usually, a new recipe is the result. This time: Salted hazelnut toffee with chocolate, which is pretty daggone tasty if I do say so myself.
"Your burglar alarm company just called; your house is on fire," Mom said on my mobile phone...just as my flight was boarding. Sigh. It's been a busy week, and it's only Monday. Been doing my usual 72 things at once: Houseful of guests (the incredible glass artist and lovely person Carol Carson, with her equally lovely sister and daughter). My sister's in town from DC, staying with my folks. My plane lands back in Glassland four hours before the party I'm throwing for Carol on Wednesday (y'all come!). I'm getting ready for a sculpture show this weekend. The antmind decided that BigBoy, my ginormous old Dell desktop, was a perfect place to raise the kids. You know, I think there's a god of adventure sitting in an office somewhere, and everytime he gets bored he types my name, hits the send button...and here we go again.