My second day at Glass Stock started with a class on creating silver rings with glass beads riveted on them, taught by the talented Felicia Warnik. I made some great progress on my rings, but sadly broke one of the beads while hammering on it to set a rivet. Glass beads and hammers do not mix. After crushing that bead, I didn’t have much time to regroup, and will have to work to finish my rings at another time this weekend. I promise to post pics just as soon as I have something to show for all my hard work, other than a pile of rubble.
In the afternoon it was my turn to lead a class about making felted flowers. We abandoned the windy outdoor area at Cornerstone Glass, where Glass Stock is taking place, and headed to our gorgeous rental house, for a few hours of creativity with wool and beads, while sitting at a stylish dining room table, instead of in a tent in the parking lot. My students and I had fun turning long fluffy pieces of wool into flat coaster-size disks of felt. We rubbed the wool vigorously inside plastic water-filled baggies, then sculpted and embellished the felt into flower shapes. We added pin backs to create perfect little boutonnieres, and had lots of time to play and experiment.
No trip to Eugene is complete with some good local beer and food truck grub. We headed over to Oakshire Brewery for a pretty damn good pilsner and a pizza from the food truck parked outside the pub, before wandering back for the evening’s Glass Stock events.
It was time for the hat contest. I created a hat, a crown, actually, covered in large red heart-shaped glass beads that I had made. It wasn’t bad, but being a newbie, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. It turns out, I should have had a whole costume to go along with the hat. I have tons of costumes and could have had fun pulling something together…perhaps a feather boa, a tiara, and a big pink satin dress…
Like they say, “What happens at Glass Stock, stays at Glass Stock.” Or something like that. I’ll leave it to you to imagine what else happened tonight, because I’m not telling.