Fritastic

A long long time ago in a land pretty far away I sat down in front of a torch and wound melted glass on a piece of steel because this girl made me. (Something for which I am forever grateful)  You probably won't believe this but my very first bead was perfect (I still have it!), and that turned out to be a really good thing because the next 20 were not and had I missed out on the joy of the first bead I probably would have trashed the whole idea because I only like to do things I'm good at.  Like writing run-on sentences.

This was back before lampwork became mainstream and you could pretty easily identify an artist by the design and style of any bead.   I found myself almost instantly hooked on frit and the word Fritastic was born.  It took over my life like I'd had a baby.  Except without all the diaper changing.

I invested in a huge assortment of single color frits from Val Cox and Olympic Rod and set about mixing and matching and twisting and turning paisleyish designs into the glass.  It was wicked fun and my unique style for several years, but like most repetitive things that particular process lost its luster and it was time to move on.

Now there are just random times when I find myself curious and decide to break out those colors to see what happens.

These happened yesterday~

You'll find them on Etsy

along with more

Ridgy Raku sets.

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