My beadmaking buddy Jennifer and I spent the last two days wending our way to Eugene, Oregon for an event called “Glass Stock”—several days of classes about melting glass, making beads, using turbo-charged torches, and yes, a little partying.
We spent last night in Ashland and saw a show called “Head Over Heels,” a Shakespearean-style play set to the music of the Go-Go’s. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Watch this space for a review of that show. I promise to write one. It will not be pretty.
We find ourselves now in Eugene, tired after a long schlepp and a little shoe shopping in downtown Ashland earlier in the day. We arrived just as the sky opened up and dumped rain on our heads—big, fat drops coming down hard. I’d forgotten what it’s like to have so much rain fall. We don’t have that happen very often in California. At all. Ever.
Tonight was the start of Glass Stock, with a kickoff meeting and the first of several days and nights of flame working fun. I hugged many of my beadmaking friends who I don’t get to see often enough, and met some new folks too. We’re staying in a lovely rental house for this long weekend, and it’s bound to be fun, as it appears there is a trickster among us who left a rubber lizard under my pillow.
I’ll be back soon, as soon as I can turn off the torch and squeeze in some time on my laptop.