Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Christmas projects



I just finished a couple of bracelets this past weekend. One is for my daughter-in-law, the other for my granddaughter.

They are spiral herringbone - I used a combination of resources to create. The basic pattern is from "Beautiful Bracelets" by Jill Oxton and "The Art & Elegance of Beadweaving" by Carol Wilcox Wells. They are fairly simple once I get going, it's getting started that can give me fits. I started with a double bead ladder technique by Leslie Frazier as described in The Art & Elegance of Bead Weaving. I used size 11/0 seeds and delicas on each.

Doesn't this deep purple look good enough to eat???

The pink is a little smaller and for my granddaughter, funny she did not like pink at all when she was little - now, she LOVES it. So that was her request.

3 comments:

tammy lang said...

hi grace-
they are beautiful!!-thats a stitch i need to get to
both look good enough to eat:D
my condolances on the loss of your friend lonnie
tammy
crookedheartart.blogspot.com
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Grace said...

Thanks Tammy... doesn't it just remind you of a bowl of berries? Yum!

tammy lang said...

they sure do grace!
beautiful as always:D
tammy in icy Ct.
crookedheartart.com

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