"Where Glass Comes To Life"

quote- Melissa Contover

Monday, October 26, 2009

Two moments of pause

     In the ensuing weeks that have gone by, I am struck by the variety of needs my little project of making a living with my work has required.  I long for the days when, by the nature of my job description, I was paid to MAKE AS MANY THINGS AS I COULD.  It was someone else's job to prepare quarterly sales tax.  It was someone else's job to draft a bio or mission statement.  It was someone else's job to call a manufacturer to ask why a backordered color is taking three weeks longer than was originally promised.   I do find that I get a feeling of satisfaction in doing anything well, and I appreciate the broader scope of tying everything I do into an expression of my self and creativity, but I have to say... I am really really happy with really hot glass in my hands.  Call me crazy.  Many have.

I have had two quizzical moments of pause of late that I knew I would end up posting about. 

     In preparation for the opening of this year's Sign of the Dove holiday store ( Opening November 6, 2009 in the Mall at Chestnut Hill; this feels like an amazing opportunity.) I was searching for some appropriate shelves for my display.  Having found what I wanted on-line, I waited perhaps a little too long to pick up said shelves when I made my decision. (At the time I thought I would save money on the shipping by purchasing directly from a local outlet , but save my hunting time to that I spent on-line.)  I found the shelves I wanted... but not in the clear glass of my dreams, only in a darker walnut.  Being particularly picky about the display I then began a physical hunt for something else in and around the Nashua, NH area with the scattershot approach of a shotgun.  In proximity, I spied a Sears and thought, you never know, can't hurt to look.  No interesting display possibilities but I walked past what I thought was a noteworthy scene.  In the men's department, trying on winter jackets were a group of Buddhist Monks in full robe.  One monk in particular I noticed was drinking out of what was obviously a Starbucks Coffee cup.  I am still pondering the implications of this.

     During a period where I can only describe as transportationly challenged (oh how one takes a car for granted when it is working properly)  I found myself at Boston's North Station to catch the Lowell commuter train.  Having been forcibly made to sit down for a period of time, I glanced up.



Look close.  Here's a better view, one that I also am still pondering the implications of.

Really?
     

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