As I look back, I realize I wouldn't be into this hobby had it not been for my father. Way back, while most of his friends were into sports and the like, my dad decided to try a hand at something pretty unique. Now, when my dad decides to do something, he does it. So he went out and bought materials for glass blowing.
I remember my mom being a bit irate at my dad because of that. Glass blowing isn't exactly the safest hobby out there, and with all the heat involved in it, my mom didn't want my dad doing something potentially hazardous. But, after reading extensively about glassblowing, he persuaded my mom to let him try it out. My mom rationalized that he'd get bored with it sooner or later. It wasn't like he'd be able to make a living from it.
While my dad went about his glass blowing hobby, I wanted to watch, only to be halted by my mom. She didn't allow me to go near my dad while he handled the equipment, so I had to content myself with small glimpses every now and then. During the first few months, all I saw were my dad's first shaky attempts at glass blowing. But he was improving every time he tried.
After my constant whining and begging got to her, my mom finally consented to let me watch my dad doing his craft. At first, she was always present, nervous and skeptical about what my dad was doing and with me close by. Presently, she left us alone to go about her other chores.
This was when my dad, seeing my interest, let me help once in a while. Initially, he just asked for minor assistance setting up the equipment before a project, but I slowly progressed til I became a sort of apprentice to him. And this is how I got started glass blowing and eventually began selling my crafts at fairs and festivals. - 15246
I remember my mom being a bit irate at my dad because of that. Glass blowing isn't exactly the safest hobby out there, and with all the heat involved in it, my mom didn't want my dad doing something potentially hazardous. But, after reading extensively about glassblowing, he persuaded my mom to let him try it out. My mom rationalized that he'd get bored with it sooner or later. It wasn't like he'd be able to make a living from it.
While my dad went about his glass blowing hobby, I wanted to watch, only to be halted by my mom. She didn't allow me to go near my dad while he handled the equipment, so I had to content myself with small glimpses every now and then. During the first few months, all I saw were my dad's first shaky attempts at glass blowing. But he was improving every time he tried.
After my constant whining and begging got to her, my mom finally consented to let me watch my dad doing his craft. At first, she was always present, nervous and skeptical about what my dad was doing and with me close by. Presently, she left us alone to go about her other chores.
This was when my dad, seeing my interest, let me help once in a while. Initially, he just asked for minor assistance setting up the equipment before a project, but I slowly progressed til I became a sort of apprentice to him. And this is how I got started glass blowing and eventually began selling my crafts at fairs and festivals. - 15246
About the Author:
Scott Petrelli is an avid supporter of Kentucky Craft Shows. He alternatingly visits, or rents a booth at most of the well-respected Kentucky Craft Fairs on a daily basis.
