Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
When I was a kid in Florida, we rode our bikes to school. Every day. There wasn't a bus, and we only had one car that my dad drove to work. When we moved to the mountains of Western NC, just going around our neighborhood block on a bike was nearly impossible with the steep inclines, dramatic turns, and narrow lanes. In fact, I had a crash just a few yards away from my own house that has since (for 30 years) discouraged me from enjoying bicycle riding. I have a few physical scars left, but mainly the damage has been psychological. I cringe for the die-hard riders between Durham and Chapel Hill that I often see or get stuck behind. They usually are all decked out in special gear, with backpack camel water supply, rear view mirrored helmets, skinny butt- padded tights, blinking head and tail lights. I find myself both aggravated by and admiring these folks.
I have taught my boys to ride, safely with their helmets, hand motions to turn and stop. We have 3 dusty and spiderwebby bikes in the garage. Right now I'm procrastinating my morning walk. Maybe I'll try an afternoon ride.
Monday, January 16, 2012
If you're curious about the photo, its the interior of the large crucible in which secret formulas are melted at 1500+ degrees F to create the wonderful, beautiful colors of glass smalti at the Orsoni foundry in Venice... this actually is a discarded, 'garbage' pot... sigh.....
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I admit, this unseasonably warm weather here in NC put a bit of a spin on the holiday mood this year. On top of that I caught a cold ,and was home with 2 teenage boys for 2 weeks (who wanted to bicker and eat the whole time). The first week back to normal schedule felt strange, and although I have plenty to do for several mosaic jobs on the horizon, I just couldn't get back in the swing of things. This past Saturday was lovely with 65 degrees and sun, I spontaneously asked the boys if they wanted to go to the Raleigh Fairgrounds Flea Market. Usually one wants to go and the other doesn't but they were agreeable, so off we went (with the 15 yr old driving, I must add). Both boys, but especially the older, are interested in old Military items, from clothing to equipment, to photos and ephemera. They found their treasures right away and spent at least an hour deciding which items should come home and negotiating the prices. On our way out, I spied some dirty storage boxes underneath one of the tables, and to my delight they were filled with stained glass scraps. There were two other large wooden boxes filled with whole sheets as well. Needless to say, they are now in my garage. Mainly color sorted already, they need a rinse, but other than that, ready for business! I think the flea market man thought I was the biggest sucker in town, buying all that dirty glass....