We’re not in Kansas any more
Enamelled meadow pendant
I’ve been trying to enamel for nearly two years, on the cooker hob. Sometimes it worked. Mostly it didn’t.
I’ve just learned to do it properly.
All of a sudden there is colour stuck to my silver. It has that liquid quality I’ve never achieved before. It reminds me of when Dorothy opened the door after the tornado, although it’s rather less bright and there are fewer squashed witches.
Me, grinding things
Lynne taught me how. It’s all about grinding and rinsing and tiny brushes and very high temperatures. She granted me my wish of making little flowers and leaves from melty glass. She is the good fairy of the enamels..
…with a kiln instead of a wand.
Thankyou Lynne. I’m overjoyed.