A scrappy heart of glass.
Making the fused pendants I took the scraps and tossed
them into a heart mold. It's not very pretty, but
sometimes our heart isn't very pretty and needs to be cleaned.
Making the fused pendants I took the scraps and tossed
them into a heart mold. It's not very pretty, but
sometimes our heart isn't very pretty and needs to be cleaned.
A much prettier heart of glass from Murano, Italy.
It reminds me of a swirl of stars in the constellation.
My son reminded me of a song called Heart of Glass by Blondie.
I was going to add the link, but didn't like the lyrics.
Now the tune is caught in my head.
Sometimes it does feel like we have a heart of glass when it is broken.
Have you ever had a broken heart?
