I am thankful I have projects to work on while waiting for the new BFAC kits to be mailed out, so I don't obsess over when it will arrive.
I have been working on a bracelet/soft cuff for my friend James, he wanted a keepsake made by me. When I asked what colors he might like he said his favorites were purple, black and burgundy. I found the perfect focal - a purple scarab, when I see cool bugs I think of James - he loves to garden and he appreciates neat looking bugs. I cannot think of a neater bug than a purple glass beetle.
As I began to look through my stash and pull out beads - I gravitated to purple, black and I couldn't resist some gold.
I am beading on stiffened black felt that measures about 1 1/2 inches wide and is currently 8 inches long - that may be cut down though once I get to the finishing part. I just have to see how that all works out. I have not checked my Ultrasuede stash, I am not sure if I have black or purple, but I am hoping for black.
I will post more photos once it is complete. Each photo is clickable for a GIANT view if (like me) you enjoy that sort of thing. Since it is a work in progress, I did not shine anything up (fingerprints on the square black beads) or blow off the random fuzz that tends to accumulate when you bead on felt. With the macro shots - most of that stuff is not visible to the naked eye so I tend to miss it.
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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