tiny things in glassIt all started with the discovery of a footlocker filled with decaying mardi gras gowns in my grandmother's room. She lived in a raised river cabin outside of Moblie, Alabama and had a cedar chest from her own mother's handiwork as a semstress.....
And while I still do seed bead work, it was the melting of glass that called. A miniturists at heart - a bead freak and glass addict by complusion. Commissions welcome. All handmade. Lampwork murano glass. |
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blooging is not something you will see here
much more visual than anything else - perhaps this will change, as all things do. and. for now, nope. Until then enjoy some pics of the inspiration that surrounds
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