When I restore a broken piece of painted glass – restore it: so I mean when I “re-paint” it, not glue it, which I call “conservation” – there’s a big mistake I almost always make.
I say “almost”. Really though I should say “a mistake I always make – and then, just in time, I catch myself, start again, and do things properly”, thank goodness.
I want to tell you more. I want to – confess. But not just because my full confession may help you. (I can’t pretend I’m quite so selfless.) No, if I’m honest with myself, I’m fed up with this mistake I always make. It will be wonderful if, the next time I restore a broken piece of painted glass, I avoid this foolish error and get things right immediately.
So maybe – maybe! – by setting this down before your eyes, I’ll help myself.
So one of the projects on the bench right now is a Victorian lancet window whose memorial inscription is “Not lost but gone before” …
The Journalist Rings
Bless her, she’d been asked to write an article for next February’s Homes & Gardens (and she’d rung us five months early because she knew how busy we get …):
“I’m writing about buying and using stained glass and I’ve been looking at your website with great interest …
(What a lovely journalist, I thought.)
… I need to find out about the various options available to buy, and also who can restore them …
… Can you help me please?”
The man’s voice was husky on the telephone:
“Williams & Byrne? The Williams & Byrne? I need your help! Now! Pronto!”
I opened my top drawer and reached deftly for my badger. During these days of extra-curricula financial mayhem, it doesn’t do to venture far without one.