In her October 31st post, Kathy wrote about a change in her perspective after she moved her family room chair from one side of the room to the other. I began to comment about this, but decided instead to blog about a related experience.
I have gradually been moving my glass activities from the kitchen table to the garage. Initially this was a matter of doing some glass cutting on a card table which I would return to its home in the storage area under the stairs after I finished using it. Then I stopped putting the table away. The glass has been seducing me into playing with it ever since whenever I go into the garage. It starts out innocently enough with just a quick glance at the current state of my various on-going projects. Before I know it, an hour or more has smoothly passed by. A month ago, the glass warehouse where I've been attending a once a week workshop off and on for the last three or so years had a half price sale on their full sheets of glass. Let's just say I saved a fortune on glass. The corollary of this is that I'll have to live a very long time to use it all up. It's a life insurance policy of sorts. This glass is currently wrapped up in a heavy duty quilt around which are bungee cords secured to the wood framing in which it is secured. This has been making my use of glass a cumbersome ordeal. My plan has been to use one sheet at a time along with the many scraps of leftover glass that I accumulate. This week-end I decided that I didn't want my creativity to have to be constrained in this way. I began to consider getting shelves that could accommodate my glass and make it more accessible. My hubby, Matt, told me that he'd make them for me. Yesterday, I started thinking about getting a kiln. The building of the shelves and the purchase of the kiln is probably a couple of months away, but I'm finding myself very excited about the prospect of setting up these new things. Kathy wrote about the change in her perspective when she moved her chair. I'm experiencing the sense of a whole new world opening up to me as I make a new space for myself in the garage.
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