You know who doesn’t get enough credit? Glen… as you all know I am on the social media band wagon and have been participating in the “Throw Back Thursdays” well this actually entails some research. As I was going through my hard drive named Brutus (its from when I was in my early 20’s) and going through pictures when I came across my Seattle trip.
Things were not going well in life. My grandparents both died, my dog died, my cousin died and we closed our retail space uptown. Needless to say it was feeling of nothing. No hope. No faith. Just a bad attitude hosting her own pity party.
In a thoughtless moment, and only a moment I was just that low I put my hotshop up for sale on CraigsList. I broke my parents heart, mostly my Dads I think. He asked why of course and I just said its over – I felt like a failure. Nothing was important anymore. My heart was broken and I didn’t care. Or so I thought.
That morning my dad said “You got your passport kid?” and that day my family took me to Seattle. They took me to the Tacoma Museum of Glass where it all came rushing back. I sat in the hotshop and there was this guy that did a demo at school and he said “hey Toni!” I was home. Not in Seattle but in the hotshop. We spent the day looking at Glass, watching demos and walking around the city.
That is also where Vicki & I bought our first Coach purses… Memories.
Where was I? Yes. My dad. I’d be nothing without him, his love, his support, and his patience. And truth be told, 60% of my pieces wouldn’t be complete without his welding or woodworking skills.
