It was a big bugger... screaming like a little girl I took an ineffectual swipe with my gob of molten glass and fortunately, as usual, missed the spider and myself, singed hair does not smell good... I think we all know how I know that. I retreated back and surveyed the scene from a safe distance as monsieur le spider scampered back up his thread. This was the point that I discovered to my utter horror that spider nation had taken up residence directly above my head, in between the struts supporting the ceiling which, btw is only about 18" above my head.... not happy! I guess for the spider population of my garden the space above the torch is the arachnid equivalent of spending winter in the bahamas.
I have no wish to harm them, hell I don't even want to disturb them but one thing is clear, it's them or me. I actually don't know how I'm going to clear them I only know that I'm not making another bead until I do.
suggestions on a postcard please... So far the use of conkers, the hoover and a pair of thick gloves have been suggested, all of which require me to get far too close!
So while the shed is out of bounds I have been making some jewellery. This was a commission for a 70th birthday present, I was very happy with it. I love working with sapphire blue and the vintage beads between my lampwork had a wonderful texture which made them super sparkly ...
Oh and Auntie Christine if you are reading this your brown one is finally finished, hopefully the aqua one will go faster!
|Callisto lampwork glass bead bracelet|