And why is it that when someone hurts themselves they say "That smarts!"....When usually it's a result of doing something stupid? I was beading away today at the torch, and went to put a bead in my kiln when it stuck to the one next to it. Well, they were just little spacer beads, but it ticked me off. So I pulled the ricka-frazin" things out, and straight into the flame where I melted them apart, totally distorting both of them in the process. So I'm rolling, rolling, rolling...TWO beads simultaneously in the flame until they both reach perfect round beadiness again....and I whip them back into the kiln with cat-like precision as I chuckle to my self...."I'm just freekin' amazing!"...Then I proceed to roll backwards over my own toe in the office chair! Arrrrgh!!! Had it not been for that momentary lapse of intelligence, who knows, I could have gone the rest of the day feeling rather superior! It's always the little things that bring us back down to earth to see our selves for what we really are. In my case...a klutz at the torch who occasionally screws up and gets it right. =OI
Dawn