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This strange odyssey began when I attended a local medieval faire. I had been reading runes--an early Germanic alphabet used for divining--on and off for several years. The friend who gave me my first set of runes went with me to the Great Lakes Medieval Faire in Rock Creek, Ohio.
When we stopped at the stained glass booth, I noticed rune stones made of small glass nuggets. I also noted to the owner that she had done one of them inaccurately and had incorrectly repeated one. She gave me the business card for her shop in a town near my home and challenged me to go see her about the runes. A few weeks after the faire, I did visit the shop. She held one group rune reading/teaching class with me as the instructor. In such a small town, however, the interest in rune readings was slight.
I volunteered to work the stained glass booth at the faire the following summer. I offered rune charts and sold a whopping total of ONE. It didn't matter, I was hooked by "medieval fever." After the faire, the booth owner offered to set me up as the rune maker. I bought glass, etched and painted the stones, and found a leather bag supplier.
When we stopped at the stained glass booth, I noticed rune stones made of small glass nuggets. I also noted to the owner that she had done one of them inaccurately and had incorrectly repeated one. She gave me the business card for her shop in a town near my home and challenged me to go see her about the runes. A few weeks after the faire, I did visit the shop. She held one group rune reading/teaching class with me as the instructor. In such a small town, however, the interest in rune readings was slight.
I volunteered to work the stained glass booth at the faire the following summer. I offered rune charts and sold a whopping total of ONE. It didn't matter, I was hooked by "medieval fever." After the faire, the booth owner offered to set me up as the rune maker. I bought glass, etched and painted the stones, and found a leather bag supplier.
Then I made a huge decision (or mistake, depending on how you view the matter). I took my first beginners stained glass class. Matters progressed rapidly after that class. I entered a world I always enviously wanted to own. I became an artist of stained glass. I had previously attempted entry into the art world through another door--free lance writing. I still write, but the world of glass, with its colors, textures, and endless patterns...this is the existence that holds my soul.
Outside in the "real world," I'm a mother of three adult children and grandmother of two beautiful baby boys and one beautiful baby girl. I consider them my best artwork. My husband is still wrestling with the concept of my very small entreprenurial endeavor. He thinks of it as a hobby. I think of it as breath of life. Since I started my art career late in life, I understand my time as an artist is limited. No one lives forever. But until the time comes when I can no longer practice my craft, I will continue to dance my way through my ultimate personal dream. Thank you for joining me.
Bright Blessings
~Runelady
Outside in the "real world," I'm a mother of three adult children and grandmother of two beautiful baby boys and one beautiful baby girl. I consider them my best artwork. My husband is still wrestling with the concept of my very small entreprenurial endeavor. He thinks of it as a hobby. I think of it as breath of life. Since I started my art career late in life, I understand my time as an artist is limited. No one lives forever. But until the time comes when I can no longer practice my craft, I will continue to dance my way through my ultimate personal dream. Thank you for joining me.
Bright Blessings
~Runelady
