A couple of days ago at a local sunglasses store, I chatted with the salesperson about our weekend plans. I told him I was going to make glass art, to which he asked, “What does that mean?” I explained that I’ve been practicing furnace and flameworking, and he looked pretty bemused.
I ended up making a large batch of pocket piggies during my studio session (unrelated to the conversation). These ended up being adopted by my friends, but it sparked the idea of carrying around a bag of them to share with strangers who aren’t familiar with glasswork.
This is another perk of aging because I get to look forward to being a spry old person who hands people piggies instead of Werther’s caramels.