Gorgeous Glass

I very rarely let a bead get away from me without having a good photograph of it and here’s a good example of why. I can look at this image for a long time, it reveals everything about the bead I would not otherwise see. My hands, the glass and the camera all behaved and this is the result, which is what makes me happy : )

GloriousGlass MiCat44

MORTIFIED

I have spent the last three days intensively preparing for the cat show in Dundee tomorrow, only to discover just as I was planning the route for the morning, that it is actually on TODAY

Utterly embarrassed, and apologetic. Cannot believe that I have missed the only fair I had booked for this year. Seriously.

Cat Show, Dundee

I will be at this cat show in Dundee on Sunday 12th May, that’s quite exciting, it’s my only booking for the year, and I can tell you that I’m anxious already. One of the reasons for giving up doing fairs is the preparation stress I have around it, not to mention getting up at what I think is way too early to drive for two hours before I even set up the table, but hey, there will be real kitties there, that’s an incentive!

The plan is to resist taking any jewellery findings whatsoever with me, otherwise I will find myself trying to make jewellery on the spot. I can’t do that anymore without being utterly shattered at the end of the day and beyond,  so what I will do is ask for a deposit, and make and mail any items up within the next week, the balance can be paid through Paypal. Of course I am happy for people to buy my beads just as they are.

I was asked to make some Siamese cat beads, and very serious they are too –

siamese

A full heart

Apparently, one ought to blog once a week. Oops.

The Flame Off was last weekend, and even though I didn’t rate the venue because of noise issues during demo’s, it was the Best Ever for me, because there are some really lovely, adorable, sweet, kind, hilarious people to hang out with, they made the trip for me. I had appalling sick making sinus pain over that week, absolute hell, but I felt cared for and part of things, so it was ok in the daytime at least. Nights were dreadful, cold dry air and lying down are a bad combo.

Some years I have left a Flame Off feeling lame and incompetent, lacking in originality, swamped with images of amazing work and the ‘I wish I’d thought of that’ wail in my head, and the disturbance has rattled me for quite a few weeks after, but this year I took something different home with me, a full heart, and that what I do is ok, for now. I would love to do more, and better and more variety, but I live with M.E., I have been awake for 4.5 hours and I feel sleepy already, just when I want to go to work. I’m afraid M.E. wins every time. Curses.

Shed v Studio

Yesterday it wasn’t raining, and it wasn’t windy, in this coastal position, it’s not what the weather is, but what it’s not that determines outdoor activities. So, we decided to take advantage of the calm weather, and clear ‘my’ shed out.

‘It’s not a ‘shed’!’, kindly, well meaning folk tell me, ‘you must call it a studio
No…it’s a shed. Look.

The tea towels block the sunlight (I know! Sunlight!) which interferes with being able to see the flame. They look horrible…must do something about those. I mean, they really spoil the decor…

Those pictures were taken after we tidied up and moved stuff out. We even managed to get the strip lights working again, and as long as no (more) water comes along to spoil it, I can enjoy the novelty of working lights, I am so happy about this! The roof still needs replacing, the floor needs raising by 5 inches, for some reason it’s lower than the ground outside. One thin wooden wall needs to be replaced with bricks. It’s a good size and with money spent, could be brilliant.
I found evidence of mice in the form of shredded cardboard and a nibbled sponge, and lots of droppings. The bird seed packets had been raided and there were dehusked seeds in small piles in odd places. I was happy that the mice had found an easy supper. Good for them. I wonder what they’ll do now that the seed bounty has been tidied and stashed in sealed containers. My heart says to put a few seeds out for them, my head says, ‘don’t be ridiculous!’.
One day, I will have a lovely work space, with a small shop area and a sofa for chats and a kettle etc, I can’t wait. Maybe this year, probably not at this address, there are promises of ensuring that my workspace needs are a top priority when we move. I have a bottom drawer of things I have collected to decorate my new space with. Maybe then I will be able to train myself to call it a ‘studio’, probably not though. I’d rather say ‘shed’ and then amaze people with it than call it ‘studio’ and it doesn’t live up to expectations. Also, wherever I work will be the ‘Shed of Destiny’, because it’s funny. No, I don’t know why I think so. ‘Studio of Destiny’ is not funny, not in a good way anyhow.
Here’s my old Max boy, I have no idea why he’s hanging off his bed like that, I put it down so that he’s off the freezy floor, but he’s just not that bothered.