another planet

I keep meaning to post about this day event that I contributed a small thing to on Tuesday. No time, no time... but Kathryn has logged it here,  along with a nice comment about my chocolate-and-chillies. (For "wonderful hostess"  read "stressed-out, too tired to function..." But never mind. It was great to have Kathryn's forgiving presence in my mad house for a night!)

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here's a picture of the "splendid wineglasses", which I bought from one of those amazingly tacky stores where they sell mugs the size of teapots and yard-of-ale glass horns, and -as luck would have it - glasses that hold a full 75cl bottle of wine. I bought a few, and a tube of glass paint, and wrote the words of institution all the way round the glass. ( I'm now constantly amused by the fact that my beautiful gold-inscribed chalices, when they are off-duty, live in boxes with pictures of bizarre little figures swimming in a lake of wine and saying rude things to each other. If I was a real artist I would cover the boxes with something more suitable. But as I said earlier, no time, no time...)

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[Kathryn]

Right on cue, as I was wondering where I might find such a glorious thing for myself, the Hawkin catalogue arrived through the letter box...and there they are. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery m'dear :-)