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North Somerset, United Kingdom
My parents were worried when I ran around with scissors – now I play with fire and (intentionally) break glass! Based in the beautiful South West of England, close to the sea and often the scene of beautiful sunsets, I am inspired by the countryside around. Working with sea glass collected from remote beaches, soda lime glass from Murano, Italy, Europe, USA and beyond, I create artisan beads, for use in my own jewellery or for you to enjoy in your own creations. But I couldn’t stop there; continuing the theme from round rods to flat sheets, mostly from the USA, I break large sheets of transparent, opaque, multi-coloured and dichroic glass into much smaller pieces to make a kiln-formed range of bright, colourful jewellery and home decoration. Each piece I make is individually designed around the shape, size and beauty of the materials and intended to be unique, wearable, usable and affordable. All my glass work is kiln annealed for strength and durability and designed to give pleasure for years to come.

Monday, 27 July 2009

Happy Birthday Dad

Christopher Stanley Clifford Theobald

26 July 1909 - 21 March 1974

Sadly my Dad is no longer with us but nevertheless we celebrated what would have been his 100th birthday, yesterday.

I am the youngest member of the family by far, my brothers and sisters are 11, 16 and 21 years older than me, with both my parents having children from previous relationships. We spent an enjoyable afternoon comparing memories and our relationship to each other: I have 2 half-brothers, a half-sister and an adopted half-sister (does that exist?); one brother has a full brother, half-sister, step-sister and adopted sister; the rest had something inbetween - there are 5 of us in total. One sister was missing from the party, she lives in Australia so a bit far to come for lunch.

It was interesting to hear of Dad's past from the older members of the family as well as for them to hear how it was once they'd grown up and left home, leaving me behind. By the time I arrived, a big surprise to both my parents, Dad was 47! I think he was hoping for grandchildren, not another of his own.

Sadly Dad didn't enjoy good health and had major surgery for mouth and throat cancer around the time I was born. I understand that he was one of the first patients to receive Radium therapy for his cancer. He died in 1974 looking a lot older than his 64 years. Our best guess is this photo was taken in the early 1950s, when he would have been mid-forties; not a young-looking man due to his poor health.

Happy Birthday Dad.

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