Chamomile Tea and bamboo leggings

Casted glass over a scallop shell for a beach memory piece

I was thinking about my life in general – I seem to be going through a transition, a cross roads if you will with my personal life, career, and school and was looking forward to this vacation time to clear my head.  Sweat it out was my attitude.  Answers come to me when I am in the hotshop, the heat, the music, the noise of the tools and the fan – some people jog – I blow.  I felt I needed this time and was looking forward to it.
Sunday I found the glass difficult to work with only because I have been charging the furnace with recycled glass making it blue and chordy which is not easy to work with.  I solved the issue by just shutting the glory hole off and casting for the afternoon – and what a nice time that was.  I cannot wait to complete the beach memory pieces – I actually planned another day to cast later on this week.  Emmma had other plans.
Yesterday I had a wonderful time in the hotshop, I had charged the furnace and blowing was a breeze.  I broke out some new color and did my thing.  Tried a few new ideas, sang to my latest playlist and turned my mind off to everything I couldn’t control.  And then – my hair caught fire when a “chunk” of glass hit the side of my head, exploded and stuck to my hair.  Thank God for safety glasses.  The smell reminded me of my science class with Mr. Check… but I still don’t know what the experiment was for! Regardless – it’s just hair and it was time for a change anyway and the burns down my shirt will heal with a little lavender oil.  I still classified my blow slot as a productive and therapeutic session!
Today I turned on everything and had a cup of coffee with my mom while I waited for things to heat up, we were talking about life and I think at that moment the universe must have finally been listening to me because with attitude I said “I don’t care, I don’t even like glass”… I lied universe! I lied!  Of course I like glass – hell I love glass.  It’s just funny how lately my words are taken so literal and leaves me disappointed, hurt and let down.  When I went out to the hotshop, I turned on the tunes to my latest anthem Committed by Ivory Layne, put on my ratty gross kevlar sleeve I’ve had since college, prepped my new blue lagoon color (my fav) and pulled out my favorite hot pipe from the pipe warmer.  I was ready to kick ass, art it up, and feel normal for a few hours.  When I tried the furnace door, it wouldn’t budge – my heart sank and I knew instantly, the tears welled, and suddenly my sucky life just got worse – Emma’s temp was down to 1730 degrees fahrenheit.  The glass was too cold.  I forced the door open to discover her bottom element broken.  There was nothing I could do but cry and well ignore the boot print on the front of Emma.
So now what? I can’t jog I have asthma (I don’t).
Is the universe out to get me? OR worse ignore me? Did the universe block me or ghost me? I am a logical and reasonable thinker, but one has to wonder after a while.
I’ll just sit here with my chamomile tea and come up with another plan.  We will work through this and past this – as mad and heartbroken as I am at Emma I still love her.

And Emma is on…

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Emma a.k.a. the blowing furnace has been charged and turned on – when I left her she was at 182 degrees fahrenheit… only about 1950 degrees to go! She should be up to temp by Friday… slow and steady wins the race right?!

Count down is on!

12733517_10153416994272285_4538330773694648974_nMy holidays are fast approaching and this girl is going to turn the furnace on. I’ve got the usual line up of what I  want to complete such as more Tidal Balls because the last two shows were amazing! And some custom jelly fish for a custom ordered chandelier – super excited about that one. Of course some sandcastings – who wouldn’t?!  Annnnd I want to try some new ideas regarding perfume bottles, sea urchins, and barnacles.  Stay tuned!

I will be in the studio July 30 – Aug 3! For as long as I can stand the heat.

Gratitude and Perseverance

As time went by without touching glass I was starting to think that maybe I was spending too much time looking in the rear view mirror and maybe just maybe hot glass was something I use to do.  Maybe I should embrace the career woman, become a responsible adult, and do adult things.  (Lets be clear I am still not sure what adults do…).
But alas my father and baby brother surprised me this past June with installing my hotshop that had been stored in a shed out of the weather.  These two guys installed walls in the shop that now home ‘Emma’ the furnace, hung up all of the tin for safety measures around the glory hole, and hung up a paper sign on the door that said “TideLine”.
I was so excited by seeing my own little studio set up just the way I had envisioned it the first time I stood in the shop that I booked my holidays from work the next day.  I am going to blow glass.  Not even considering the rest of the work that needed to be done, including replacing an element in Emma, or removing the 100 lbs plus of rotten ugly glass from her.  I am going to blow glass.
After replacing the element we fired Emma up on September 8, 2015 for the first time in her new home.  She ramped up to 2130 degrees F in four days, on the fourth day we were just going to ladle out the glass and turn it off… but after two and a half years I wasn’t just going to ladle out molten glass without having a little fun! Lets be real here.
That morning I sat in the Canadian Tire parking lot at 7:48am and waiting for them to open because I was in need of some Map gas.  There I drank my coffee and was re reading my notes that I had taken in school, and back when I was blowing full time to refresh my memory.  I was so excited I couldn’t sleep all week, yet I was scared that I may have forgotten.  What if the heat was more intense than I remembered it to be?

It became a family event, my parents and baby brother were present and participated in the mixing of the sand, and we casted for the better part of the day.  And what a great day it was.  It was hot! It was stinky! And it was home!