- Thursday, 05 July 2012
We’re unpacked and she’s arranged me at the end of the table, ready to leap into life when needed. Today looks like a U3A meeting. I can tell she’s nervous. It’s the speaking in public, even though she’s confident about the techniques we use.
Fritt, confetti, rectangles of float glass; we’ve brought them all for demonstration purposes. Even the beautiful green piece inspired by high-rise buildings is on display.
Now we’re off. A bossy chairman type is doing the notices.
“And now I’d like to introduce Frances, our speaker, who makes fused glass in her studio at Barton. Please use the microphone dear, some of us are hard of hearing.” (Polite laughter from around the room.)
That’s done it. How is she going to display us and hold the microphone? She’ll need and assistant. Oh, the bossy chairman has volunteered. Well, she’d better not drop me. I weigh a ton and was three weeks in the making. Here we go, I’m up and looking good. My aquamarine layers are glinting in the morning sunshine and everyone seems impressed. Great, I can hear murmurs of appreciation around the hall.
“How much are you selling the picture for? The one with the blue sea, the boats and the beach huts behind. Is it Southwold? Are you sure, that seems very reasonable? ”
What a cheek, she’s knocked me down. I’m going home with some arty type who thinks I’m a cheap sale!
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