The Glassy Witch

I feel it only fair to warn you that I do not, never have, and probably never will, take myself all that seriously. As a result, even though I realise I am meant to sell myself in this bit as some kind of all-knowing glass and mosaic guru, who really has got her life all together, willing to bestow her wisdom upon the mere mortals who seek it... Yeahhhhh, no. None of that is true. 

Look, marketing really isn't my thing.  I make stuff, then I run out of space to store it, so I end up having to sell stuff.  Or I find something that's pretty and fun to make and I want to share it. It's honestly that simple.  On these pages, I'm going to try and show the things I do, how I do them, the tools and materials used and where to find them. Of course, I'll also be showing off some of the things I have made, and there is, as you would expect, a shop!

There's also plenty of reference to my Over-Familiar, Clive. He's an idiot. You'll get used to him. And my sheep. You'll likely get to see plenty of them, too.

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Short version:

Girl in a shed with a kiln, a soldering iron, lots of glass, and supervised by a cat who happens to be a complete moron. What could POSSIBLY go wrong?!

Long version:

Born and raised on Dartmoor in Devon, I have always been a bit of a magpie, loving all things shiny. I'm also a bit of a nerd, particularly when it comes to ancient history, so of course Greek and Roman mosaic works have always held a particular fascination for me.  Chuck in the fact that I like rocks (Yes. Rocks. Of all sorts.) and it's little wonder that my love of mosaics would first lead to me creating my own, and then moving from the more traditional materials to the vibrant colours of modern day glass production. Add a knack for finding some of the most insanely expensive hobbies on the planet, and this brings me on to the Tiffany method and lead working of stained glass and most recently, glass fusing.  Lamp work bead-making is a little way off yet, but I think we all know it is going to happen to a greater or lesser degree of achievement.

I moved away from Devon about...er...THAT long ago, and now find myself in deepest darkest Hampshire, where they have absolutely no idea how to build a proper hedge.  However, I have been able to look past this peculiar failing (it's been a struggle, mind you) and as long as everyone remembers that it is CREAM first, everyone might just get out of here alive. 

So yes, here I am, in my shed of shininess, making mosaics, windows, and sun-catchers... and melting glass too, making just about anything that takes my fancy. And occasionally ranting about random things that *probably* make sense to me at the time.  

Please take a browse around my shop - if you have anything particular you would like made, drop me a line and I will see what I can do for you.

I'll be adding to the social media feeds and there about my glassy adventures (and disasters, because let's be honest, they are usually quite funny) and probably a lot of my non-glassy ones too (I DID mention there would be sheep, right?)

But for now, that is all I have to say, other than that I would like to make it quite clear that the cat is not my fault. But the sheep probably are.