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Hearts
Hearts - The Story
Ever since I could remember, I have had a thing for hearts. I have had an eclectic collection pass through my pockets and purses or lay on my shelves and nightstands over the years. And as I grew, so did my hearts. My go-to was usually a small pewter heart in the pocket. That heart spent decades there. With time, some heart-shaped polished stones or gems found their way to me, along with gifted hearts from friends and family that knew I have a thing for them. Because I love glass and because I love hearts, it is very natural that I arrived to heart making.
At first, it was a few fun and playful hearts. Then I moved on to others, sometimes funky, sometimes geometrical, sometimes simple AND all of them handmade, one of a kind. I don’t use any molds or forms, often creating a new glass from old, to start a new look.
Broken hearts/holes filled in, patched up or put together again.
One day a friend of mine asked me if I had made any ‘broken’ hearts (A.C., thank you). A close friend of hers had recently lost her young son and was grieving terribly. I hadn’t thought of it before, but with her question, alone with some suggestions, I came up with a Broken Hearts Collection. I have given patched hearts to friends that have lost loved ones or a heart with a hole that is filled to a friend going through a divorce and the reactions have all been touching and framed in tears. I am glad that my hearts can touch someone and remind them that broken hearts are still whole, even if patched or broken and put together again or a hole in it filled. All wounded but whole...just in a new form. So now I make hearts. From pocket to paper weight. And from simple to fancy schmancy. Take a look. And find me if you want some.
The mug was given to me as a gift from one of my children while I was writing what would become my novel.
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