Thursday, June 03, 2010
Going to the dogs...
Has it really been more than a month since I last posted... really? Just when I think I am doing okay at catching up, I see a date like that of my last post and ... *sigh*. I try, really I do, but here in the Midwest, Mideast - I am not really sure what one would call this part of the country. Certainly not the Mideast, folks in these parts would be up in arms over that, but seriously if you look at a map of the US and pinpoint Northeastern Indiana it is more east than "mid" and more north than south. North Mideast? Oh, but I digress.
I wanted to talk about beading and dogs. Greyhounds to be exact. I have never had the pleasure of sharing a home with one, but I sure do like them when I see the local rescue groups on adoption days around here. They have the sweetest faces - the dogs I mean. Don't get me wrong - the rescuers look pretty sweet too.
Anyway... do you remember the recent BFAC auctions and the piece I made last year for the auction? My piece was a cute little beaded bag, my favorite beaded piece I have made to date. Well, the nice woman that won my bag contacted me via email to let me know she loved the bag, she said the nicest things, I mean really nice things - the kind of things that make your day, week, month and year. In the course of our conversations I learned that she is passionate about rescuing Greyhounds.
So, I got to thinking... I love animals (probably more than people) and I was compelled to do something for this wonderful woman that is such a huge supporter of the BFAC auctions. I learned that her rescue group has a big party/anniversary coming up in October and thought it sure would be nice to make something for their fund raising auction. My thoughts turned to Greyhounds ... have I ever seen a cabochon with a Greyhound? Not that I could remember, so a quick search on Etsy to see what comes up.
JACKPOT! I found Sue of FrumsGlassMenagerie. I instantly loved her "stuff", but it was all finished jewelry. I wanted cabs that I could bead around. I sent her a note via Etsy, and asked if she had any undrilled cabs available. Not only did she have some cabs, but she donated a few for the cause. Seriously - who does that anymore? Here is partial blurb from her Etsy bio "...I donate to a variety of dog rescue groups, no kill shelters, and individual animals in need.
I am dedicated to helping each and every italian greyhound and greyhound organizations, I am also dedicated to TheWindChillLegacy.org (Horse)..." Heartwarming to say the least.
The cabs arrived and I was instantly inspired to start beading. I finished up 2 brooches/pins pretty quickly and then started on a soft cuff/bracelet which is now in progress.
The purple cab will go to to First State Greyhound Rescue for their October fundraiser in Allentown, PA. And the pink cab with go back to Sue of Frums Glass where she will sell it at some point with the proceeds to benefit Greyhounds. Everyone is a winner!
I did the best I could with the photos, these colors are extremely hard to capture. I tried natural light outside, true light indoors, with flash, without flash - I think I tried every setting available on my camera. Each photo is clickable for a larger view - if you like to climb on up in the beads, please click. You'll have to believe me when I say these are much prettier/sparklier in person, much more so than I can convey in photos.
I hope they find nice homes...
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