Next, I unloaded my loot onto the white paper at my table, then sat back and considered it (like any professional artist, of course).
That’s when I started to feel a bit panicked again. How was I going to turn this Island of Misfit Glass into a respectable piece of art?
Then I remembered Jane’s encouraging words: There was no right or wrong way to do this.
I picked up one piece and placed it on the clear glass.
Then another, and another.
Once I was satisfied with my pattern, I leaned back and admired it.
I’d done it!
It was unusual-looking, but I’d done it.
I wasn’t done – I still had to glue the pieces to the tray (with Suave hairspray, of all things), and before I could glue them, I had to clean them.
That meant I had to remove every single piece I’d worked so hard to arrange on there.
Oh, well. I snapped a photo of my pattern (thank goodness for smartphones), and then began the painstaking cleaning/gluing/replacing process.
Jane had instructed us to leave our trays at our spots when we were finished; she’d take them home and fire them and then we’d be able to pick them up the following week.
I took one last look at my chaotic, mismatched tray and thought, “Well, at least I had fun and I learned something.”