Wednesday evenings are stained glass evenings. We arrived a few minutes late, (it always seems to be a bit of a rush) which meant that we were on separate tables. Which actually was quite good, its hard to explain but when you have been married as long as we have (almost twenty years!) its quite nice to chat with other people. I had quite a giggle with the girl opposite me, we seem to be on the same wave length.

After I’d successfully managed to ruin two large pieces of glass for no. 12, so it was my third attempt!, it came good, its the one above 11 the flash takes the number out. Then I made a mess of the other large piece of glass that is not numbered, (I’ve only just noticed that I haven’t numbered it) next to 8 and 25. Just the tiny tip has not run true and I’m hoping, in a crossed fingers and toes kinda way that the leading will hide my mistake. No. 24 came good though… until I started to nibble the edges to make it *perfect* and then I lost a large tip of it! I’m starting to believe that anger and frustration is a good thing in cutting and breaking glass, because after that, I thought ‘trollocks’ and changed my technique into a much more aggressive stance and 24, 20 and 21 came out exactly as I planned. I was firm with the glass, I was going to Rule It, not the other way around… (yeah right)

Towards the end of the class our teacher came around to look at my work, and she likes it. We both raised our eyebrows and nodded simultaneously, although I’m not sure if we were both thinking the same thing!

Hubby on the other hand has started to lead his up. Looking good isn’t it?

Some have nearly finished there stained glass windows, me, I may need another term.

Today I was a very brave soldier and ventured forth on my own to the Hobbycrafts and Crafts for Christmas shows at the NEC. I wondered whether I would be okay on my own, but I became so engrossed about how women could spend so much money on card, glue and glitter that I was fine! Seriously though, if I was into that sort of craft, I can imagine how wonderful an arena this event would be. There were huge choices, most of which passed my brain and me by.

Just when I thought I would pass out from the heat and humidity, I came across Web of Wool which is always (to me anyways) a place of wondrous gorgeous wool. After having walked around for such a long time (five hours without a stop, I was becoming dehydrated!) seeing Anna’s cheery face was most welcome. I rummaged through her 6ply (dk) sock wool, finding treasures that I must have missed in her shop. Giddy at having found 6ply treats to be made into seriously keeping your feet warm for the plot I wandered homeward bound, although there may have been a little sideways maneuver towards the food hall to buy some treats for hubby.