And I Blew Too Hard

It’s so cool to get to experience an art form and gain an appreciation for what it really takes to make something by hand. Last night Wonder Boy and I enjoyed some glass-blowing lessons. I’d taken some previously and loved them so was pretty pumped for the class. I don’t know if Wonder Boy knew what he was in for, but he definitely had a great time. You know something is good when hours later, randomly, a person keeps announcing how fun something was.

And now begins a recap of the evening that can be taken so wrong.

When I took my first glass-blowing lessons, I was unable to blow hard enough to create my globe. A teacher ended up blowing for me. So, last night when we approached blowing, I was trying to psych myself up. Turned out, we worked in pairs. Wonder Boy blew my glass and I blew his. When it was my turn, I really went for it. Maybe a little too much? I blew way too long and hard. True story. The teacher was all alarmed. “Didn’t you hear me say stop?!” When I realized what I’d done, I broke into a terrible giggle fit and couldn’t stop laughing. Turns out that all I did was hook Wonder Boy up with a big glass. Because that’s what we were making – glasses. (I have some regret about not sticking to my guns and making a bud vase…) I was assured that my glass could hold a beer, which was my main concern. Wonder Boy’s can hold at least two.

You’re welcome.