If one is to believe the omen, I am to suffer seven years of misfortune! I had just finished ageing the looking glass and was flipping it over when, with great ambisinister aplomb, I let it slip, smashing it to smithereens! It fell no more than six inches and would probably have clattered, unbroken, onto the bench… but for the hammer lying thereon.
I originally intended to use up the remainder of the plate that I cut the glasses for the recent Pair of George II Walnut Girandoles and Two Small Mirrors from, but after a change of heart, I ordered a new plate with a one inch bevel from the excellent and ever helpful glass merchants, Varga Brothers (7 Richards Street, Mitcham). Today I contacted them for a second time, explained my luckless antic and ordered a replacement bevelled glass.