Once upon a time I had a big order to fill and a very short amount of time to do it. I recruited my husband to help me with as many tasks as I could so that I could maximize my time at the torch. Plus, while I love just about everything about lampworking, there are some things about it that aren’t so far up on the “bliss” scale. If I could pawn those off, my life would be so much easier.
I gave him two lessons on dipping mandrels in the bead release. After two days of making nearly Pandora sized holes with mandrels that are supposedly 1/16”, I had to admit defeat and take the task back over. There’s nothing that slows your mojo so much as going out and firing up the torch and realizing that you have no good mandrels ready. It was way easier to dip the freakin’ things myself then to have to explain why more did not necessarily equal better.
So… Annoyed lampworker seeks trained studio monkey for menial lampworking tasks. Must understand plain English and take simple directions well. Husbands need not apply.