Glass

Precision Glass

My dream house is almost complete. It’s been a long process, but we’re almost ready to move in. Can you believe how far we’ve come in the last twelve months? It feels like just the other day that I was blogging about how we were looking for prime real estate on the hills. Then we found the perfect house for sale. Not perfect for living in, mind you. It was a real trashy house, but it was cheap given the land. So we knocked it down and got building our perfect home, with a great view of Melbourne.

All that’s left to do now is all the glass. We’ve been seeking the best glazier around Melbourne because we require precision and absolute perfection with our new home. I don’t want my kids to grow up here and wonder why the pool fencing isn’t quite right. That would be a genuine travesty. Imagine my embarrassment when our friends come over and ask why the skylight is darker than we told them it would be! The paparazzi will have a fun day if they notice that our glass balustrade isn’t exactly one metre and sixty-eight centimetres tall. No, no, no. It must all be exact.

My chosen glazier will be a master of their craft. They will be passionate about it, and a true artist. They will enjoy every moment working on my home, and they will swear not to talk about the project. It will be top secret, and they will respect that. I am willing to pay extremely well. Right now there are several glaziers outside, applying for the contract, but I don’t feel right about any of them. I’ll know my glazier when I see them. There will be an instant link between us. I just haven’t found it yet.

I thought I was close, once, but he turned out to actually be a window installer. He worked with glass, but he didn’t work with glass if you know what I mean. I hope you do, because when you know, you know. You know what I’m saying?

Glass Hotel

I have very vivid dreams, and last night’s dream was one of my all time favourites.

In my dream, I opened a hotel made entirely of glass. It was beautiful. It was by the beach in a coastal Victorian town, with beach views on one side and hillside views on the other. The whole hotel was essentially an observation deck for the beauty of the Australian landscape. People came from all over the world to spend a night in the hotel. No one could book for more than a night, because of the incredibly high demand for a night with a total 360 degree view. It became the eighth wonder of the world, even more renowned than the Taj Mahal in India. 

The dream was wild, it felt like the whole thing went for my entire eight hours sleep. I watched myself plan the design of the hotel, I watched it get built, I stood on the top of the 50 storey building and enjoyed the views from the observation deck, I did it all. There were miraculously no obstacles in the design process, and it made complete sense that the floor, walls and roof of every room was made from glass. Somehow the residents had completely private rooms that no one could see in, but they could all see out.

The pool was also completely glass, so it felt like you were swimming on top of nothing. It was incredible. I so clearly remember the glass balustrade. Melbourne residents in my dream admired the staircase for hours, a grand staircase that extended all the way from the ground floor to the fiftieth. I know that it doesn’t sound like it would be enjoyable in the slightest, but in my dream, it was spectacular. 

Also in my dream, there was absolutely no need for any sort of glass repair. The hotel was indestructible, and was guaranteed to stand tall forever. I’m not going to lie, I was disappointed when I woke up and realised that this was a dream. It would be the crowning jewel of Australia. Hopefully one day it’s possible to design.