Sometimes when I look at her, I want to write a story of her life. But I wont' be doing it on TypePad since the last word I am looking at right now is "I". I'm leaving in all the typos that I normally hit the backspace to fix.
One day, I might have to put down on paper one of the many stories I've spun about her. I enjoyed the process of making this piece in part because with every cut of the glass, I was creating something magical. This is far and away the best thing I've ever created. Every home I ever have with have a special place to hang her. What is your most treasured piece?
Happy Knitting! Happy Late Spring! And happy creating something special.