Begin at a small lampworking table far from the crowds, where a steady flame welcomes glass rods that gather color like sunsets under your fingertips. You’ll learn to rotate evenly, add dots with relaxed wrists, and cool patiently without cracking. The maestro corrects posture kindly, explains annealing, and shares where cullet gets reborn. You leave with two beads, faint scorch marks on your heart, and new respect for a city built on fire.
A patient instructor lays out pins, pricked patterns, and bobbins that clatter like rain on a wooden sill. You practice tension, crossings, and simple grounds until the lace begins whispering back. Stories of mines, forests, and festivals stitch into each turn. Your sampler may be modest, but the logic becomes addictive, and the rhythm makes time fold. Pack a pattern, promise to continue, and you will hear pillow music long after returning home.