I'm happy to report I have finished my Beaded Journal page for June and am pretty happy with the end result. It was a bit tricky to photograph - I kept getting glare off the picture. There is still a bit of glare in this shot, but it just couldn't be helped.
I ended up trying something a little different with the edge. I wanted something to set it off - maybe look a little like a frame. So rather than doing the usual picot edge, I used a 'pointed edge' technique found in "Beading with Cabochons" by Jamie Cloud Eakin". I have used that edge on a cab before and liked the way it looked - it's a pretty easy stitch and I think it gives a nice finished look to my page.
Next project is another collaboration with a couple friends on a quilt square. I'll post my starting pics of the it in the next couple of days. My portion will be a 4 inch square. I'm excited to get started on it. I'm not sure when I'll start my July page since I have a doll form screaming for beads right now too.
The speed with with I bead is directly related to the stress/pressure I feel (I really should say impose upon myself) from my job, needless to say - it's been an intense couple of weeks.
If I haven't said it recently... thank heaven for beads!!!
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman