About a week or so ago, time runs together these days. I painted the inside of the fireplace. Back story is…When all the work was being done last fall/winter the gas logs became covered in dust and debris. I took them out to clean ‘em. Those gas logs are now in a box as we had, Prior To Lay Off (PTLO), ordered some of that fire glass stuff. On accounta when I took out the logs Beloved thought it would be cool if we put in glass instead of using the logs. Yeah that would be nice I thought, cause I want to be cool and all that while sitting in the living room with a roaring fire.
So here is before
show on TV? Sure you have, I feel so bad for those people. I mean they have attached very valid emotions and memories to everything including trash. Bless their hearts. You know we are pack rats, as in I can pack a semi truck full of crap in a regular sized pickup, but we are not official horders in the clinical sense. No more like the ‘ooh, I might need this latter’ or ‘hey, that looks so cool let’s get it for when we redo the old one’; yeah horders like that. Which really means I’ll put up the ceramic logs and label the box so when we are gone our children can come in and fight over the antique fire logs, cause you know they will be priceless by then. And you, my dear internets, know it too.
And here’s our hearth with the fire glass.
This stuff is supposed to be more efficient than the logs anyway. No really that’s what my research said…the ceramic logs don’t really “hold” heat therefore it doesn’t transfer out into the room. Whereas and therefore (fancy a$$ed lawyer type words) the glass will hold the heat and transfer it out into the room more efficiently than its predecessor. Here’s the low down on the StarFire Direct, it is recycled, tempered for heat and tumbled to remove the sharp edges. Sorta like the glass they used at the fancy hotel in Marathon, The Gage Hotel, in their garden paths that is. Pretty cool stuff for a bunch of broken bottles somebody found behind a beer joint.
FTC Disclaimer: I received no compensation for this post of any kind… unless you count the smile on my face and my Beloved’s arm around me as we sit and gaze at the flames.