It's amazing, really, that in working 40+ hours a week with glass, that more skin doesn't get cut. Today was the exception. I picked up a piece and it came apart in my hands — something that has never happened. There have been pieces that weren't properly annealed at the factory and literally exploded in my co-worker's face (luckily, no injuries!) and pieces that have spontaneously cracked while being worked on, which is unnerving but not really dangerous. But this one was different, and produced a nasty slice at the base of my thumb which produced a prodigious amount of blood, even after being bandaged.
And was followed by another disintegration, this time by a martini glass, which had been wrapped in tissue and bubble wrap, and tipped off the shelf, slowly, gently, and should have resulted in a bounce, but instead there was a gentle tinkling and bye-bye went the martini.
Not a good day for glass.
It's less than six weeks until the Bellevue Arts Fair, and we'll be exhibiting/selling once again. As usual, I haven't a clue how we're going to get from today to the last weekend in July considering the thick stack of orders to be filled prior to prepping for our big retail show, but, as usual, we'll pull it off.
Did someone mention summer?