The $10 specials on lampwork sets at StudioJuls end tonight at midnight. I added a few new sets I found hiding out in the studio. I say they were hiding out because I might have made them, cleaned them, strung them and even gone so far as to photograph them before promptly forgetting they existed.
(alternate title: W.T.F.!?)
(NOT safe for work~ partial nudity)
(plus the You Tube title is...weird)
(But it is....ballet)
(And it loads very slowly, so I guess you'd have to be sort of twisted to make it to the end)
(like I did)
If I told you I was sitting over here shaking and sweating like an addict and I REALLY NEED a fix, would you believe me? I hope not.
Except I am. And I do. I finished watching season 2 of Sons of Anarchy and ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? If I don't get my hands on season 3 soon and find out what happened with X and Y I'm going to fall into a writhing pitiful pile of nothingness.
First world problems, y'all. I got 'em.
I finally decided how to finish the cuff I started last week:
(Native American feminine for great spirit/warrior)
This is really kind of a tutorial for any fellow glassies who have also held on to the itty bitty rod shorts that result at the torch. Personally I do it for the nookie, and by the nookie I mean I have no idea why I've kept the bits and pieces for the last few years.
This is the process I went through to make this cabochon~ it is time consuming but results in something unique and uses up what would otherwise be wasted glass.
1. Collect all the little bits and pieces from your torch table
without having a single good reason
or any kind of plan for using them.
2. Shove 'em in a drawer.
3. When that drawer fills up find another drawer.
4. Accidentally rediscover your Slumpy molds
and make a mental note to try fuse molding those
shorts into cabs.
5. Have a tropical storm come through
and demolish your beach plans.
6. Get out some thick canvas and a hammer
so you can beat the crap out of the glass pieces
that are too big for the mold
because today is as good as any
to try out your idea
you do not have beach sand between your toes
and you were totally supposed to.
7. Sort the pieces for color mixing.
8. Take a blind guess at how much glass needs to be
layered in the mold and slap that sucker in the kiln.
(after coating the mold in kiln wash)
(which is boring)
9. Ramp up to 1450 and hold for 20 minutes
because you are experimenting
and looking up on the internet to find out
if that is the right way or the wrong way
is also boring.
10. Open the kiln and discover that only
1 out of 4 actually looks anything like it is supposed to
and they all have jagged sides.
10.5 ~ Heads up. Don't open the kiln to peek because
it turns out those molds don't like the temperature change.
11. Take those jagged babies to your shiny shack
and introduce them to the Diamond Max.
12. Grind the edges smooth.
13. Put them back in the mold adding more glass
to the really wonky ones and fire 'em again.
14. You may have to repeat steps 11-13 a couple of times
to get a feel for what exactly is the right amount of glass.
Every day around here is a bit like Mardi Gras. Only without giant cups of beer. And there aren't any drunk girls flashing boobs for beads. And the floor doesn't smell like something that once was (and still should be) inside a person's stomach.
Ok so maybe the only Mardi Gras-ish thing I've actually got going on is my bead stash.
I've been asked so many times if I watch SoA, and every time I respond in the negative with "nah, I caught half an episode and just couldn't get into it" whomever has done the asking kind of snarls at me.
(For those of you also not in the know, SoA = Sons of Anarchy, a show about a biker club which I assumed meant beating women, doing drugs, and shooting people. Feel free to judge me for judging.)
I found myself flipping through Netflix and came across the first 2 seasons of SoA and decided that maybe if I started at the beginning I could discover why my friends might kind of hate me for not liking it. Within the first 5 hours I was Truly Madly Deeply in love with Jackson and wanted to nominate Katey Sagal for every possible award (including best male lead, the woman's badassery knows no bounds). That is all I am going to say because I'm working on my snarl and if you don't like or check out the show for yourself let me know so I can practice it on you.
And I know what you're thinking...that I didn't actually watch 5 episodes consecutively. You're right. It was more like 11. OCD, y'all. I speak it.
I was 33% correct (there is a lot of shooting) but I'm hooked. What's more I found myself inspired by Gemma~ the solid, strong, savvy* queen mother of the club~ and this cuff is the result.
Custom handmade glass cabochon
I still have 6 episodes of the second season left to watch, so if anyone needs anything before 5pm call someone else, k?
That Tropical Storm Lee...he sure knows how to get back on someone's good side. After months of triple digit temps and quad digit humidity in which I drowned several times, yesterday's and today's low 70s make me want to kiss Alabama on the mouth.
Open windows and cool fresh air! The Kitteh was a little confused by this phenomenon,
but she eventually figured it out.
Instead of turning on the AC in the shiny shack yesterday
Yesterday's experiment is still underway because those monkeys? While very cute, they are mischievous brats. I'm working on the second trial run today so more on that later.
Yesterday I found myself coming in from the studio and heading to the closet where I stood for longer than I care to admit trying to remember why I was there. That walk~in is pretty much a catch all for things that aren't needed year 'round, art supplies I haven't touched since I shoved 'em in there 5 years ago, clothes, and everything else I have too much of. What I'm trying to say is there is lots of SHINY! so I'm not going to feel bad about forgetting why I am there even during those times I'm standing there naked with hangers of clothes in my face.
The reason I am telling y'all all this is that yesterday I was making beads and stopped for some reason that dictated immediate closet presence ~ a reason that was immediately forgotten upon closet entry. I stood there a good little while surveying to see if anything would remind me before giving up and shutting the door.
I could tell you what I was thinking about for the rest of the day, but how's about I show you instead?
It is only because I have incredible self restraint that I am not walking through a house totally decked out for the holidays right now.
It is also why you are seeing Christmas Beads on my blog in September.
It is raining monkeys and hyenas with this storm, sideways playful giant drops that land in your ears and whisper "you should be at the beach right now" before laughing uproariously. I'm gonna go ahead and forgive them though, because I actually do have an idea I've been noodling for a few months and the weather dictates today is as good as any to try it out.
Tomorrow's photo will either be of something wicked cool or utterly disastrous. If it turns out to be the latter let's blame the monkeys, k?
Yesterday a friend shot me a text and asked if I wanted to use their beach house for the remainder of the weekend. Did you hear the Squee? Of course I yelled "heck no", so she brought me the keys.
Because I forgot that ignorance is bliss, I thought maybe with Tropical Storm Lee being a butthole in the gulf I should check the weather and see how much yuck I might expect.
Guess what? Much.Yuck. TSLee is obviously the king of Yuck, and I want to kick it in the shin.
Like most of the area there are flash flood and tornado watches for Dale, Coffee and Geneva counties in Alabama, and for Holmes and Bay counties in Florida. Those particular 5 counties are my route to PCB...with the last one being the county in which the beach house resides.
The first giant raindrops fell a half hour ago when I went outside to flip off the storm clouds already beginning to roll in.
It is raining so hard now that I can't see out of the house windows, so I'm thinking hitting that rain head on at 65 mph and daring a tornado to form wouldn't be a stellar decision since I'm quite sure I'd have the window down and a certain finger extended the entire time.
I have exactly an hour and 20 minutes to write this blog post, shower and don my Bama Gear, drop some packages off at the PO, and get to Becky's before the University of Alabama kicks off our season opener.
I'm pretty sure the idea behind 30 Days of Fun was to have them in succession. You know, like in a row. But me and rules...well, you've been around long enough to understand how much I love 'em. Bless their hearts.
Naturally I am a month into the project and only on Day 8 which pretty much means I'm wringing this sucker for everything it is worth. Much like I do my birthdays. Yes, plural. Wait. Did you not know about my fake birthday? Oh honey, bless your heart. If you need to go ahead and Unfollow, I understand. I won't even tell Santa.
I'm kind of cheating with Day 8 because I'm counting the hours between 5pm Wednesday and noonish Thursday. It started with a Harley ride to Florida for lottery tickets. What? I already used that one? Please don't call the fun police. There's more! This time on the way back we stopped for dinner at a restaurant called Mom's Kitchen. If that right there doesn't tell you how good the food was then ewe wuzn't razed up in the south.
Let me interject right here that I sometimes break my own rules, so other people's rules shouldn't be offended if I can't keep 'em. I stopped eating meat on May 20th after watching Food, Inc. In fact I stopped eating most things. If someone ever tells you that you can't exist on air and water, he/she is lying. Also? If you like food never EVER watch Food, Inc. I can't stress that enough.
Anyway. Mom's Kitchen. Sounds totally Vegan, right? And it was...if you count Country Fried Steak smothered in white gravy as a vegetable. I'm not even embarrassed to admit I ate every single bite of it and if my friend hadn't already finished his I might very well have snatched it from his plate. We seriously need a dictionary that is only pictures, and Wednesday's country fried steak needs to be a whole page for the word bestthingIeverate.
I did walk away from half of the mashed potatoes and black eyed peas andbread, so I was also able to leave any residual guilt I might have experienced laying on the plate next to them. It's the small victories, y'all.
The next part of my fun day was getting together with a couple of friends to do some volunteer yard work for an elderly widow. By yard I mean acreage. And by work I mean 145 bushes, trees, plants, fencelines, mowing, weedeating, cleaning, hauling and getting the kind of dirty I haven't been ever. It was awesome for so many reasons. I like spending time with the people I was working with. I like pretending I am Danica and this riding lawnmower race is THE riding lawnmower race for all time! I liked looking out at all of it when it was over and realizing I contributed to making something more beautiful, and I really like knowing that someone who needed help got it. I can't think of a better way to start a day.
Just don't wear sandals, K?
I wrapped Day 8 up in the shiny shack gettin' my Autumn on~