Friday, May 6, 2011
They Spoke, I Listened
Sally gave me some beads the other day(go check out her website. You'll drool!). I took them home and strung them the very next day. Then the strangest thing happened. Today, I was in the middle of getting some projects done-ones with deadlines in a couple days- and I stopped what I was doing, cut apart the bracelet I made with Sally's beads, and made this with them instead! Now I know it is not the best piece of wire jewelry you have ever seen, but coming from my hands, it is not too terrible. I really can't stand to use wire. Sally has tried to teach me. I have tried to learn. But once I leave class, I am lost, uninspired, all thumbs, cursing my lack of skill and the money I spent on tools that I could have spent on beadweaving supplies. I waste more wire than I use. It is just a constant source of frustration. So where did this come from?!? I really do not know. Maybe it was the beads themselves. The tan colored ones, Sally called Buddha Beads. Maybe that has something to do with it.