We made lamps. Yes, lamps. Mine is the most expensive lamp to make its way to Goodwill.
We started by choosing design preferences and then glass tiles. I choose a design, but the tiles necessary to make it weren’t available.
So I had to start from ground zero and redesign. It was already 7:30 and I was ready for bed. The teacher was a bit quirky and I was quickly losing interest in a state of the art 1970s design lamp.
So I took this blank canvas and went to town making and gluing glass tiled flowers.
I rolled it in crushed crystals, got reprimanded for not following directions, and then was asked to join a group of classmates to make a light show with my lamp. WTH! I left with the lamp, crushed crystals on my clothes, and craft glue all over my fingers. Oh but the memories! We will laugh about this one day; much like we do with the glass blowing class we took five years ago. Tina and I have had some adventures, but this one won’t be repeated.
My lamp might not look good but at least I do. An hour later the first blister from the poison sumac I encountered 24 hours prior made its way to the surface of my skin. While I care not to relive the lamp class, my skin wishes it could.
Here’s to more memories with Tina and to hiring landscapers to weed the flowerbeds.
No comments:
Post a Comment