A quartet of wobbly ... er, goblets?

Today is our 35th wedding anniversary -- coral, apparently -- but I am not at home celebrating. Not on my second to last Martin evening. And what a thrill. I actually managed to make some mini goblets (sherry size) myself -- of which one is laughably wonky.


Martin brought me the bits (small gathers of hot glass) and I shaped them without help. I am well chuffed. It was on the 'my interest in hot glass' essay we had to write in the first few weeks that my cup would run over if I achieved this, however squewed. And I did. Though in the course of the year I came to realise what a foolhardy aspiration that was. My chair partner, Dave, says I'm brave and take risks (and if that's true, it's a nice reason for losing as many pieces as I do right at the end: I'm just trying to make things I don't have the skill to do). But, heigh -- I did the wine glasses. Come and drink out of them, friends. Footnote: by the time I'd added the picture, I had made enough for a dinner party for 8. But they will have to be very close friends indeed and promise not to laugh.