In Case of Creativity, Break Glass – Stained Glass Class for Beginners

Learn the fundamentals of stained glass design in this fun and entertaining class. We will learn how to choose the correct glass, create patterns, cut and grind glass and complete some projects.

Class Schedule:
Mondays, Feb. 18 to March. 25 • 6  to 7:45 p.m.

Saturday, March 2 • 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.

Saturday, March 30 • 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.

Where: Hobby Lobby Classroom • 2449 North Center Street, Hickory, NC

Cost: $35 plus supplies

Contact Melanie Zimmermann, 828-327-2018 or mjzdesigns@yahoo.com for more information. Click here to download Stained Glass Supply List.

Click here to register online for class that is convenient for your busy schedule.

Time to start posting again

Hello everyone,

I just noticed that I hadn’t posted anything since the Great Elimication of 2009. I have a lot to tell you about. Things I have learned more about. Topics I would like to discuss. And general observations. I’ll be posting stuff soon. Glad to be back.

 

Maggie and her guardian hikers

Our dog, Maggie, loves to go hiking. She has climbed Bakers Mountain and South Mountain quite a few times. On Sunday, the weather was perfect for some outside time so we decided to take Maggie to the Blowing Rock and then to Linville Falls.

When we arrived at the Blowing Rock, the weather was breezy and cool. The sun was shining brightly and the skies were clear blue. Maggie enjoyed climbing on the rocks and walking along the paths. She also enjoyed a sausage biscuit and a cup of water.

After our warm up at the Blowing Rock, we headed up the mountain to Linville Falls. This was Maggie’s first trip. I thought something was a little strange when we arrived at the parking area at the Falls. Usually Maggie is the one pulling the leash holder where ever we go. I just thought she was a little tired from Blowing Rock.

What I did on my “Elimi-cation”

For those of you who have read my previous articles in the Hickory Daily Record, (thank you Sunday School ladies, mom and dad, and my daughters, Sallie Ann and Lauren), you have read “My life is “Stranger than Fiction.”

In this article, I explained how a chain of exasperating events led me to read a message on a tire cover – a message I needed to remind me of the important stuff. The message read “Life is good.”

To be sad or not to be sad, that is the question

Last week, on Wednesday, February 11 at approximately 9:10 am, someone from the corporate office of the company I worked for called me into the conference room. He informed me, without any emotion, that the division where I had been employed for over six years had been restructured and my position was eliminated as a cost cutting measure. I was then told to get my pocketbook and keys and leave. I could return at a later date to clean off my desk.

At first, I just shook my head, said ok, got my pocketbook and drove to my husband’s shop. I was pretty angry by the point I arrived in the parking lot. How could they eliminate my position as an award winning interactive media/creative design/marketing genius/revenue producer/content producer without even considering the consequences? I then found out they had eliminated the other half of my team as well, leaving my publication without anyone to help them.

My life is “Stranger than Fiction”

One of my favorite movies is “Stranger than Fiction.” It leaves the viewer staring at the screen and saying, “Hmmm.”

Harold Crick is an IRS agent who has a set routine he follows every day without fail. One day he wakes up to a female voice narrating his life, which sets off a train of events that eventually disrupts his routine and saves his life, figuratively and symbolically.

Have butter knife, will decorate

My husband is so ready to decorate for the holidays, he is about to burst. He just doesn’t know it yet.

I don’t ask for the Clark Griswold “Christmas Vacation” decoration extravaganza. I just want something simple. Every year we hang the icicle lights from the roof and tangle multi-colored lights on the bushes. Eight little snowmen watch for Santa to walk down the sidewalk and the teddy bear wreath hangs on the front door to welcome him.

Last year, the icicle lights had an electrical meltdown, so this year we got new lights – the old-fashioned multi-colored light bulbs. I can hear the sighs of amazement now.