Saturday, December 13, 2008
Beads good enough to eat...
Well, they look like that to me in close up shots! How about you - do you like seeing really close up shots of beads. I thoroughly enjoy them. I can pick up so much more in photos that I can't see with the naked eye. Sometimes a good thing, others ... not so much.
I have been playing around with some super close up shots of beads and the lighting, well really not playing with the lighting - just trying to get it right (what a pain). So I thought I'd share some with you for fun.
I just finished this bracelet for a Christmas present. I made one last year for me, using a little bit different colors and on mine I didn't add the picot edge. I think I like this one more than mine.
I found the pattern in the December 2006 issue of Bead & Button, it beads up relatively quickly and just screams Merry Christmas - to me anyway. I used a vintage glass button for the clasp and it has that gold stuff (tech talk) on the back. I realize it may flake off with use, but it will still be pretty, besides it was the perfect button for this bracelet. (Did I just defend myself against myself for using this button? :-)
In the article, it suggests sewing a second layer of beads on top of every other candy cane for additional flair. I did and I like it!
If you're like me and enjoy the super jumbo close ups - make sure you click on each photo for a mouth watering experience.
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