Rusty Hands not Rusty Valves.

I’ve decided to make a trip out to London at the end of this month to dust off my torch and crank out some glass. It’s been a really long time since I’ve flameworked, I’m hoping that A) It will be like riding a bike, but most importantly B) My equipment hasn’t become faulty and I accidentally blow myself up. My annealer ‘oven’ freaks my parents out enough as it is. I don’t need to be torching their garage in the process.