Friday, November 02, 2007

Bits of October


It's been over a week since my last post, I feel remiss. Every evening and even sometimes during my lunch hour, I have been working on my BJP page. It's been exceedingly enjoyable - I look forward to the end of my work day so I can get out my beads.

It might have something to do with the time of year as well. It's getting colder. We have had temps dip down below freezing and this morning there was quite a bit of frost. I love this time of year for beading. There are fewer outdoor distractions as it gets colder.

I have been exceptionally inspired with the October... maybe it's the colors? I'm not sure. I stayed up way past my bedtime last night, I was/am so close to being finished with the page. Alas I did not finish it, but should be able to get it completed today.

In the meantime, I did take a couple of teaser shots specifically for a friend that has requested a blog update (yes - you in Minnesota - you know who you are). Thanks for the 'gentle' reminder that it had been so long since my last post.

I hope to have pictures taken and up of the completed page by the end of the weekend.

Happy November!

4 comments:

Joyce said...

Wow! I love tese colors, beautiful beadwork!

Joyce
http;//dooflinkydolls.blogspot.com

girl_gone_thread_wild said...

Grace, you sure know how to excite the senses! The texture of this page is overwhelming, a whirlwind of excitement & color. ~Monica :)

beadbabe49 said...

looking great....I hope you finish soon!

Grace said...

Thanks ladies... I finished the page today - I just need to get the photos up.

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