Category Archives: glass
Some years ago I learned of the Japanese art of kintsugi, the ancient art of mending broken pottery with gold, thus making the mended piece even more precious that it was when whole. Last year I broke a very precious green glass pot inherited from my Granny. It smells still of her powder as it contained powder and a puff which, as a little girl, I found quite fascinating. I was heartbroken and then found a kintsugi kit online! I mended the powder puff glass and an old serving dish that was broken some years ago. Today, needing a pot to plant up the rest of the Sweet Peas, we decided to mend an old terracotta pot inherited from my Mum which she had mended once but which had come apart at one of the joins. So, kintsugi into action again!
Lots of little plants arrived earlier than expected and needed to be potted up so I spent a happy couple of hours doing just that in 9cm pots donated by our lovely neighbour, looking forward to a summer of beauty. These will all going into pots on the steps.
It was lovely that on our walk, while keeping two metres apart, everyone smiled, said hello and wished each other to stay safe. Here is a view from TheGreat Flat Lode looking out over St Euny Church and over to the sea on the North Coast of our beloved Cornwall.
Last week, St Petroc’s, the local charity for the homeless, put out a call on Radio Cornwall, for towels and soaps. We put together a couple of bags but could find no way to get them to Truro. Today a young woman who works with the charity came by and picked things up. Being homeless in today’s circumstances must be just about impossible but St Petroc’s are doing a wonderful job.
A donation came my way today too, of some very lovely pieces of glass. These belonged to our Dear Neighbour Bill Mitchell and S has just given them to me and I thank them both. I think these pieces will make a beautiful Tree of Life.
The lambs in the back field are growing. We love watching them bounce about and here share a joyful few moments with you.
I have repaired the little fish for our friends. I’ve decided to copy the pattern as it is a simple and pretty design. Watch this space!
I’ve made another batch of the Swap Shop biscuits partly so that I could photograph the process for my Recipe page (I’ll put it up soon) and partly to have it in the freezer ready for emergencies! Here are the fruits ready to be mixed in.
Just in case we have to self-isolate at some stage, I have today stocked up on some beautiful glass so that I can spend my days playing and creating. Added to my golds and yellows, greens and blues, and the remaining Victorian pieces, there is scope for all sorts of creativity!
We passed by a little woodland on our way to buy glass and were able to stop to photograph the Narcissi and the Celandines.
Supper tonight was a delicious vegan meal – Spinach, Coconut, Tomato and Brown Rice – the recipe for which was in last Sunday’s Observer. Here is Nigel Slater’s recipe if you would like to try it too.The coconutty sauce was scrumptious as was the rice flavoured with cardomon, clove and peppercorns.
I’ve now made eight small trees for next weekend and one Tree of Life which I love so much, I may not sell it!
A lovely photographer friend has just sent me her photos from tonight. Now you can see how wonderful the light display has been over the three evenings.
Photo credits to Mandy Rolleston with thanks.
Tonight we went to see the light show in St Day, the DiaspAURA show. The light projections on the old church were beautiful but impossible to capture with my camera. Here are three small light boxes from inside the roofless Church.
I have now finished making six stained glass trees and have found a way to display them – on a tree! There are two conifers, a tree with an owl, a tree with pink blossom, an Oak tree and lastly, a Silver Birch made from Victorian etched glass.
We are still sorting (does it ever end?) and I came across a story book that I had saved, written by a Year 7 pupil of mine after we had been reading ‘The Indian in the Cupboard’ by Lynne Reid Banks. Paul’s story is delightful and I am happy to say that I have followed his very interesting career.
An afternoon of resting, reading and Jelly Babies!
Our Niece-in-law who lives in Olympia near Seattle is a poet. She has given me permission to share this very powerful piece with you, with her introduction.
“Here’s an old thing I wrote in an attempt to talk about the racial injustices that consistently hurt everyday people and I want to share it again on what would have been Sandra Bland’s 33rd birthday.
I hope one day for a better world. It starts with you and me. Let’s remember people like Sandra Bland, Tamir Rice and Michael Brown and Philando Castile and continue to speak their names so that people who wish to cheapen their precious lives will know that we do not, will never, stand with them.”
A Cleveland child’s melanin was Just enough Cause
Cold blood under the warm sun.
Six million dollars will not be enough
to sook his mother’s ache,
You can’t tell her this was an honest mistake.
A man had his breath pressed out of his lungs
On a live stream, on a street corner,
The world watched him beg for his life.
She was from Waller County, a pin drop on a map
That’s now a black hole void
where precedence discards prudence.
Where a woman can be detained at a traffic stop,
Found hanged in a jail cell,
A Fort Worth teen plead guilty
to assaulting a mentally challenged child.
Cold concrete, wire hanger, steel locker, chipping paint
Are the canvas onto which he scrawled the slurs,
the acid words and acrid variations
of the Purity of Hate in America.
He served no jail time,
It wasn’t a hate crime.
A small town in Michigan runs on brown water,
Their babies have rashes and their hair is falling out.
Never mind lead poisoning causes death and developmental delay-
Those kids have bed rolls over at Genesee,
They are pre-enrolled in the prep school for slavery,
The cops will let them know when it’s their time to go.
Their mamas smoke foil and rise above the pain-
Flesh of womb claimed commodity before the
cord stops pulsing
Gaslighted by the streetlights
which always blink red and blue.
If five white teens went missing
from the nation’s capital,
the whole world would mourn and wring their People magazines
Until their salty fingers all had sliver on sliver of papercuts.
Would put out a special on dateline NBC with
a reward for any information that
might lead to their discovery.
Tomorrow is a smog cloud,
Tomorrow no one is safe.
It’s polluted by the precedents we set, today.
I put donated/discarded jewellery on all my glass pieces (which are all made from reclaimed or rescued glass) and today I have added Cherry Blossom to one of my trees and an owl to the other. There are three more in the making….. These are all being made for 29th February when we will be joining in the planting of 800 trees and raising money for a Refugee charity.