Being raised in Houston, we always had fresh figs in the summer that I took for granted. My Grandmother, Aunt and Mom made preserves every year. At one point, my little brother would not touch a piece of bread unless it was covered with fig preserves. Who would have thought that they would become a delicacy served in only the finest restaurants. These are from my Dad's tree that he managed to pick before the deer and the birds munched on them. Aren't they pretty?
I first began making glass beads in 2004 and have been consumed ever since. Experimenting with different techniques, glass colors and metals is a never ending pleasure. I love opening the kiln to see what new suprises are inside. I am truly blessed to be able to do what gives me so much joy.