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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.

Thursday, 6 November 2014

And on to fresh adventures – the last riddle


All good days must come to an end – our membership to the RHS expired at the end of October and we decided not to renew this year.  There are plenty of other places to explore.

What’s next?  Well, I’m planning to add fused glass to my repertoire.  I’ve booked on a ½ day taster session in a week or two, to get some pointers.  As is always the way with me, I hate going on any kind of course without having had at least a mini-dabble first so I’ve splashed some cash, bought some glass and made a couple of sun catchers


and a coaster for husband. 

They’re not bad for someone who’d not cut glass until a few days ago.  (I did this with lampworking, arranged to go on a taster session on the Friday, had the session Saturday and signed up for the evening classes starting in a few weeks – by then I had my first torch and had made some beads).

So, for the last riddle…..

First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay;

Next I am in dainty white, then I fly away.

What am I?

So what next?


Beads (shown below) or a pendant like (but not) this one - see the blog post for details

You have until midnight Thursday13th November UK time to email me at sue.harris@blueboxstudio.co.uk with your answers – I’ll announce the winner on my blog within 7 days of the closing date – and publish the answers so everyone can go ‘oh, of course, that was the answer to that one’, just as we did when we saw them.  

The winner has 7 days to claim their prize, either the beads or the pendant, you choose, so don’t forget to check my blog!  If the prize isn’t claimed in this time the winner will forfeit their prize and I’ll draw another winner.

So, good luck, let’s get those entries in.  And thanks for playing along x

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

The cottage garden and the penultimate riddle

Hidden in the midst of RHS Rosemoor is a cottage garden, complete with thatched ‘cottage’, a shelter for weary visitors.  Or, when we were there, a very noisy one shouting into his mobile phone!   

A tame(ish) pheasant (or Partridge as Himself calls them) wandered nearby, picking up the fallen bird seed; it was the nearest we had got to one and he wasn’t leaving before he had finished eating, for anyone.  I almost touched his tail feathers, and then he gave me a look of horror and walked off.


As all country cottages should have, there was a small orchard - complete with concrete fruit!

and a comfy seat from where to watch

the dragon on the summer house roof!  Perhaps he's central heating?

So here’s riddle number 7 – is anyone taking part?  Do I get to keep my prize?

Without fingers I point
Without arms I strike
Without feet I run
What am I?

Monday, 3 November 2014

The Craftsman’s mark – and riddle number 6

Old buildings, or new made to look old?  

Carpenter’s marks or scratches in the wood?  

Keys to where? there are no doors.  

The 6th riddle – how are you getting on with these? Comment if you are taking part - let me know :)

A container without keys or lid,
But a golden delight inside lies hid
What am I?

Sunday, 2 November 2014

Mellow fruitfulness – and the fifth riddle

Autumn – John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

And the fifth riddle……

Of the kind I am blue and of the peasant I am red
Of the frog I am cold and of the dog I am hot instead
What am I?