***Edited to add photos of my grandson receiving his little gift*** (see below)
My grandson's birthday is this weekend, he's turning 8 years old. He is the one family member (other than the mister) that takes an active interest in my bead work. When he visits, his first stop is usually my bead station to check out my latest creations. He will examine each piece, front and back and openly shares his thoughts. I thoroughly enjoy each and every exchange.
So, a few weeks ago, I was at his house and he brought out this little plush toy. And said, "Grandma, I thought you might like to bead this." It about melted my heart. The fact that he looked at something and thought about me and beads brings me great joy.
With his birthday coming up, it provided the perfect opportunity (and inspiration) to add beads.
This little guy is about 2 1/2 inches tall. I opened him up at the bottom and added as much stuffing as I could manage and sewed him back up before I went through my bead stash throwing in whatever I thought might work.
I added an orange Swarovski margarita bead for one of the eyes and a single 15/0 bead for the other. The little sash thing across his body is wonderful tiny vintage sequins held in place by lime green size 15/0 beads on the front and turquoise charlottes on the back. The turquoise beads on the front and used in the spiral on the back of his head are size 11/0 true cuts. I could not resist adding the little glass sneakers. All photos are clickable for a larger view.
A special little alien for an exceptional little boy. This grandma couldn't be happier!
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