Thursday, December 27, 2007

I have a confession...

Remember the last giveaway... the beaded ornament with a Snowman on the front? Well I am embarrassed to say that after I made the original post to give it away, I could not find the ornament. I searched high and low - every where the cats just might have stashed it in the off chance they actually got a hold of it. I still could not find it. At that point I was searching my memory... did I give it away already? Did I hide it so well that I just could not find it?

Rather than stress out about it too much, I thought I would just start on another one, hoping the original ornament would turn up. Thankfully I had a couple of extra snowman cabs and quite a bit of time on my hands since I took a few days off work for the holidays.

I confessed to Helene earlier today and she was so gracious about it. I am hoping it turns up at some point or I figure out what I did with it.

I must say - I do enjoy beading these up. The bezel is even count peyote stitch and the outside is a twisted edge as found in Beading with Cabochons by Jamie Cloud Eakin


Hélène H said...

Well, Grace, to be quite honest, when I entered the gieveaway I felt slight ly guilty to take the ornament off your hands - I thougt maybe you would like to keep your first beading efforts (I'm very sentimental sometimes)... So when you said you misplaced it I thought it was another trick from my friend Coyote again :o)

Anyways both ornaments are lovely, and I'll let you know as soon as it comes through the post !



Grace said...

Oh Hélène - no sentimental issues with my first beaded ornament - I promise you. I never give away anything that will leave me feeling the slightest bit of remorse or regret. I enjoy it immensely!

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