Wednesday, October 08, 2008
I should be a cuff, part 2
Last January I participated in a "I should be a cuff" exchange through All About Beads. In that exchange, I put together 4 cuff kits to be distributed amongst the participants and in turn I received 4 kits.
I have used one of the kits to make a bracelet for a charity auction later this month in Oregon. I think I just might keep this one for myself!
I ended up adding the blue-green AB matte finish beads, the small salmon colored triangles, the little bugle beads and the vintage glass button used as the clasp.
It measures 7 inches long - not including the loop for the clasp and is approximately 1 1/4 inches wide.
I started with a piece of light blue stiffened felt and finished it with ultrasuede on the back.
The only thing I don't like so much about it - it looks like it has 'hair' in some places. I discovered it is coming from the felt I used at the base. I haven't had that happen to me before. I just keep 'shaving' the fibers when I see them. Macro photos are a good way to find them, it is amazing how much I find in photos that is not visible to the naked eye (even with my beading glasses on!).
Each image is clickable for a larger view.
By the way... have you checked in on the latest tally for Love Squared? It was up over $2300 last time I checked! And what about those runner up prizes??? Man oh man, I can hardly wait for October 16th!
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