Andrew is my twenty-something son and he paid me a great compliment by wanting a table lantern similar to the ones I made from the “church glass”. There was no way to do one by Christmas so he had to wait until his birthday.

Well, according to an unexplainable tradition, this is: the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp, the lamp… I hope he’s happy!