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.My husband is convinced I'm nuts but for some reason he still supports me in almost every crazy thing I involve myself in. It is far more than, "sure sweetie, go ahead." His support comes with a friendly, amused, helpful attitude most of the time and he gets in there and ends up working harder than me if that's what is required. Amazing. (Although, he has put his foot down about ever getting involved in the food service industry again and he did make me quit loading glass on the trailer before I'd gotten all the free glass the Freecycle folks were offering.)

Above on the left you can see my latest insanity and there's about three times as much under the tarp. That's glass, just in case it is unidentifiable. On the right is the first thing I've made from it -- wind chimes (just in case they also cannot be identified).

My friend Yvonne is ball-of-fire, production-mode artist. She can crank out more great art faster than anyone I know. And just about anything she puts her mind to. (Her shop/studio is amazing -- there's a table for glass cutting, one for jewelry, several tables with her ornate, decorative tiles in progress, sandblasting going on outside, drawers and boxes full of art supplies and beautiful beads and findings, tools and just about anything else she might need -- it's crazy.) So she says, "Hey, we should get a booth at the Santa Fe Recycle Show (which is only two weeks away). So we email back and forth encouraging one another in our delusions of what could be accomplished in such a short time and lo and behold -- in no time we're signed up (half-price thanks to her wheeling and dealing) and now need to crank out some work made with 75% recycled materials, in a flat hurry. (Hence, the glass photo.)

So, if you don't hear anything from me in the next two weeks, I want you to think of the two people I've mentioned here today -- I'm going to blame them and I want you to do the same.

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Wish there was a close up of the chimes! Hey, will you put a couple aside for me? I want to buy them (of course) and give them as Christmas gifts. They're going to Hawaii.
Nicole said…
Hey MOM!!!

I love your blog. You are awesome. But... You should smile in your pic. but you look beautifully lovely my mother dear!
Nicole said…
oh.. And the chime is awesome. You need to show me sometime how you made them!!!

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