2 Jul 2010
Hestia is....not dead
On Sunday I'm off to the mainland for FIVE whole days of tuition at The Glasgow School of Art - and I can't WAIT!
I've booked into some great self-catering accommodation in Glasgow called The White House for five nights, so I'll not be holed up in a tiny hotel room with only free-view telly or pay-per-view porn. I'll have me laptop with me and I plan to bore you senseless with my Adventure in Glass.
I have been somewhat Hestia-like today - I made JAM!
The gooseberries were being decimated by thrushes and blackbirds, so I decided to get out there with a bowl and get some picked. They're not ripe and hard like frozen peas - but they were MINE and the birds were having NO MORE.
So...I made gooseberry jam. Correction, gooseberry and elderflower jam. Impressed?
Sonshine made the labels for me - several pots are to give away to Juno and three friends (LM - will have some jam for you on Tuesday when we meet up!)
I've got some great book reviews (the books are great, I mean) to get up for you - will do that when I'm ensconced in my bijou studio flat in Clevedon Terrace.
Even more exciting for me than the Stained Glass workshop is the fact that I'll be making my way around Glasgow on public transport! Yes, I'll be a stalwart of the 66 bus as it trundles along Great Western Road.
The Art School phoned on Monday to confirm that the course is going ahead:
'Oh hi, this is Arabella here from the GSA? You're slated for one of our Summer School course?'
I wasn't sure whether she was asking me or telling me. She had that upswing at the end of the sentence? You know what I mean?
'I've got a list here of things that you should bring with you? Old clothes? An apron?'
'.......and a big box of elastoplasts!' I quipped.
Silence. The tumbleweed rolled past me into the humour desert.
'No, sorry, that's not on my list?' said the disembodied Arabella down the phone.
*sigh* It could be a LONG 5 days.
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