I finally went mad and bought some molds. Proper glass molds, from Bullseye, rather than the unglazed bisque from the ceramic cafe supplier I usually get.
I have mixed success with the bisque: firstly holes have to be drilled into it and I’m ashamed to admit I’m so pathetically terrified of the drill that I make my poor husband do it for me. Then it can be his fault when the mold breaks. Which happened the other day. To the expensive, interesting chip-and-dip mold I’d been most looking forward to using. Ah, well, never mind. I might be able to patch it up with plaster.
I did actually have one Bullseye mold already, and it was an expensive one too, but I think I made a mistake with it. I wanted a large bowl, but I got one that turned out not to have a flat base (I think they call it a “ball curve”) which is OK, but somehow less useful to most people than the regular kind. I think it may be disconcerting to see it wobble when you already know it’s fragile. Possibly it needs a stand of some kind…?
So, anyway, I have a friend who just bought a kiln, and she has – unwittingly – been pushing me into spending habits. I think I had been too stupidly parsimonious, so I have prtty much no glass and no molds for a year and was pretty frustrated. She came along, with a bit of a budget, and immediately got herself kitted out properly, putting me to shame and making me realize that I was never going to get anywhere without a bit of investment. I bought enough nice glass so I can do more than mess about with float and the odd bits of float-compatible stuff I got with Kelvin (his trousseau? his layette?) which is mostly what I did.
Joy. Revelation. Renaissance.