It's a busy week at The Vinery, we're hosting the RAGS* conference this year, which means that retail glass sellers from all over the country (and Costa Rica, too) are here in Madison to get together and network and talk about ways to improve sales, more classes to offer, different ways to advertise, etc. etc. They're also all taking glass classes, Stained glass, fusing, mosaics, and flameworking. It's that last one that has me, personally, hopping. I'm putting in a few more hours this week to be available to answer questions and helping keep things running while the guest instructors are doing their thing, and then on Friday, I get to be the 'guest instructor' for an all day boro class. It's tons of fun, I love gabbing with people who are every bit as passionate about glass as I am. Mind you, they might be passionate about a different part of glass than me, but glass is glass, I love it all (except for actually DOING stained glass. Too. Slow.) So yesterday I went in early to help out, talked all day with people about the retail side of the glass business, which was fun, and then taught Flameworking club in the evening. And THEN, because I wasn't tired enough after a high-energy day, I let myself be talked into staying extra late so that some of the Flame Club students could keep on playing with glass. Muhuhahahaha! Addicts, every one of them! Well, several of them, anyway. We were there until about 11pm. Which, all things considered, is not a late night for me, I typically stay up until 2am, but when I'm doing that, it's in my own studio, quietly making beads and stuff, and not in a class situation, where I'm pouring out all of my energy into a class full of people, who are eager to learn everything I want to teach them. It was an incredibly fun night, but exhausting. In a good way, mind, but exhausting all the same. I also made the world's ugliest mini-goblet, which I immediately gave away to one of the ladies in class on the condition that she never tell anyone that I made it. No, I didn't take a picture. It looked vaguely like some piece of cobbled-together medical equipment that you might find in a medic's horse-drawn wagon in a twisted post-apocalyptic era. No, really, it was astoundingly ugly. I should make another one.
*RAGS is some acronym like Regional Area Glass Sellers or Retail Art Glass Sellers or Rabid Area Glass Syndicate or umm... I should probably know what it stands for, but when it all comes down to it, I'm just a register monkey, NOT a retail store owner, so I think they'll forgive me for not knowing. I know that the 'g' stands for glass, and that's pretty much the only one I'm sure about.