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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.

Saturday, 17 July 2010

Chasing wild geese .......

What a day! No lie in for us today - we have so many things to do before lunchtime. First we are meeting the sales manager at the local double glazing company to arrange for the roof light we wanted in our conservatory to be installed 2 years after they told us 'no, you won't need one of these with this super-duper new polycarbonate roofing stuff'. Oh yes we do! It's normally 100F in there during the summer, even with the windows open a little. 8.30am, we are there, where is he? 8.45 (and we need to be in Clifton for 10am) someone else turns up and rescues us - only he hasn't the paperwork for us to sign on the dotted line. We'll sort that in the week.

Mad dash over Clifton suspension bridge to Clifton. Thank heavens for Brunel, he's saved the day again and for once my 50p goes into the machine and stays there so the barrier opens. With a few minutes to spare before I go for my salon appointment and Al has a haircut we head off into the village for coffee. Reporting in at the salon at 10am, the hairdresser is falling about laughing - for once I am on time, I have the right number of people with me for a haircut, I'm just exactly 7 days early! Red faced, we head off for the Post Office for Al's passport application to be fast tracked. His photos won't do, he has hair on his face! Er, he's taken off his glasses as it says to do, now they want his floppy hair to be swept back away from his face - so why don't the photo booths provide alice bands for us then? I tell you, with his hair of his face and no glasses, even I wouldn't recognise him when he comes back into the country. Dejected we head home.

We had an email yesterday from the Somerset Lavender farm, it's having tours of harvesting the lavender this weekend. Great, we'll go. They are from 11am and last 20 minutes. I buy most of the lavender for my hand dyed silk lavender bags from this farm because it is local and a small business - and it smells far better than most of the larger commercial varieties I've tried. The rest I grow myself. 60 minutes later we arrive to ask what time the next tour is? 11am tomorrow! Er???? The email says tours start at 11 - but actually there is only one a day. In fairness to us, it is ambiguous but in fairness to the lavender farm they rallied to our cause and gave us a 10 minute quick walk through of how they harvest the lavender and distilled the oil. We consoled ourselves with tea and cake (lavender, of course) before a walk around the lavender fields.

We're not planning anything for the rest of the day for fear of it being cancelled, moved to another date, rained off or the world ending. The risk is too great.

If you are local, I recommend a trip to the lavender farm, I'm sure the full tour will be very interesting and we can recommend the tea and cake as well as the lavender products.

Meanwhile, a few pics of the lavender fields and adjoining garden. The bees love the lavender so they have put a few hives around. It's not quite Provence with the heady lavender smell in August from mobile distilleries but it's as near as we get near here.