As briefly mentioned in an earlier post - I have another item I'd like to share! In honor of the snow fall on Thanksgiving and the flurries yesterday, I decided to draw names for a snowflake bracelet I made last year.
The pattern came from Bead & Button (the December 2006 issue perhaps?) - I modified it a bit as it was an odd count peyote stitch originally and I cannot execute that stitch no matter how hard I try. So I made it even count and off-set the snowflakes.
The clasp is a cool Czech glass snowflake button with an AB finish. End to end, including loop it measure 7 inches, so it's a little on the small side.
Details to play:
Everyone is welcome. Leave a comment and I will include your name. Entries will be accepted through November 30, midnight Eastern time. I will announce the name sometime on Saturday, December 1.
Have fun and good luck!!!
As a side note - I have modified the label used in the last post where I offered up the brooches won by Tammy and Kathy. I found links to that particular post showing up on various and random websites folks check simply to win items.
I believe you can figure the word out - it starts with a 'g', ends with a 'y'. There are people/groups that search blogs for that word/tag, then post links all on the Web for anyone that wants a freebie. I believe those are all well and good when attempting to increase sales or hits, but since I don't sell anything and really don't care how many hits I receive - I'd rather have folks play that make their way to my blog because they enjoy bead work or have found me through another art blog/group. Call me old fashioned, I'm funny that way :-)
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