Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A bracelet just for me...
I've been slow to post lately... not because I don't have anything to share, I just haven't made enough time to take photos, crop, size then sit and write. I'm far to easily distracted!
There has been so much going on in life...soccer and baseball games, yard work and just staring at my new granddaughter among other things. Ah, bliss!
One of the several project I have been working on is this cuff/bracelet. The focal is a ceramic shank button by Lisa Peters.
The vast majority of the Beads & Supplies were provided by Aunties Beads.
I did not end up using any of the chips, they were a bit too big, but aren't they wonderful?
I love this bracelet, it fits like a dream and the colors are beautiful.
One of the things I struggle with in bracelets are clasps and for a change - this one works wonderfully. It is a peyote stitched tube sewn onto the bracelet with the loop being a simple one with two rounds of beads.
And the back is soft blue Ultrasuede
So, the only problem... can/did you spot it? I was heartsick when I noticed it. If you look at the photo above you will see a row of topaz beads missing on the right side up by the flower. It won't stop me from wearing it though.
Other supplies used - vintage cobalt blue nailheads, bugle beads and size 4mm Swarovski bicones.
All photos are clickable for a larger view (careful that second one is JUMBO sized)
Stay tuned, there is lots of good stuff to come in the near future on my latest Bead Journal Project pages; a donation for the Pink Artist Project Block Party and teaser photos for Use the Muse Part II.
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