Like A Diamond In The Sky

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  “Under the stars,” she repeated. “I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to someone. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.”  “It was a dream,” said John quietly.  “Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”  “How pleasant then to be insane!” —“The Diamond as Big as the Ritz” A Short Story By F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940)

Today I Am Crafting . . .

. . . drinking glasses from old bottles. Real manly stuff.

Using string, acetone and FIRE (ha HA!) I have already "popped the top" off of some bottles and am working on sanding the rims down to make matching drinking glasses.

Here's a tutorial, if interested. Note: Get that string/yarn soaked well and let the fuel burn by turning the bottle. The glass will most likely break above or below the string--sometimes both. So be careful! And make sure that water stays ICY!

Quite fun!

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