Plays with Jewelry, Too

There is a lesson to be learned: Do not trust Google Maps on your Android Phone to know whether a business is functioning. Double-check with an Internet search to see if the place is still open. Better yet, pick up the phone and call to confirm they are still in business.

A side jaunt to find the Funky Bead Bar in Port Washington, NY after food shopping at Whole Foods in Manhasset, NY, home to the strip mall for rich people (aka Americana Manhasset), turned out to be a dead end. Another bead store in Nassau County shuttered its doors, which leaves me with the only choice of having to go into Manhattan to bask in the glory of proper bead stores.

I have a double-edged knife problem: I love to explore, but I get disappointed when my exploring repeatedly turns out to dead ends. What is the dead end? Nassau County on Long Island. Why? Because it has no bead stores. Oh, you can find beads in a store, such as Michaels or AC Moore. But that is not the same thing as a bead store who mainly has beads, beading supplies, and classes to teach you new techniques and designs. Working at Boston Bead Company in Cambridge, MA spoiled me.

As an artist, I love to go into bead stores and see jewelry designs. I love to dig my hands into the bead bins and get a feel for the beads that will be laying against my skin. The small pleasure of touching beads is enough to have me smiling. When I spend time in bead stores or stores with local art, I became inspired to run home, dig out all my tools and supplies, and create something new.

Since moving to NY in late September, I have barely worked on my jewelry projects. After reading Chapter 2 (Week 2) in The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron today, I decided it was time to finish up last week’s project, Comet Tail Earrings using a variety of seed beads.

Comet Tail Earrings

Comet Tail Earrings

Then I decided to make another pair of earrings. I picked up the blue-green beads shown below in Flights of Fancy along with a Buddha bead that I intended to make as a set when I bought those beads. I started with the blue-green beads, added silver flying honeypots, and topped it with a faceted green bead. I slipped them onto the ear wire.

Flights of Fancy

Flights of Fancy Earrings

Buddha Dreams in Jade and Blues

Then I decided to make my Buddha pendant with flat-ended 20g ear wire pin. Once I had that, I pulled out my bead board, jade beads, my vial of square vintage tan-green-blue square beads, and blue and green spacer beads. I finished it with a silver S-clasp.

Buddha Dreams

The Buddha and the Lotus

I put the set on and modeled it for my husband, Mark. I was wearing a black shirt and went in the bedroom to see what the necklace looked like against my skin. I gasped at the image of Buddha floating above my blue lotus flower tattoo. I asked my husband to take a picture, and I decided to share it here with you. I hope you like the imagery, the tattoo, and the jewelry as much as I do.

Buddha + Lotus

Namaste!

Sometimes Cats Are Jerks

Know what the thing I miss most about the home I am renting out? A separate office with a door I can close to get away from my cats, especially since my office and my living room are now the same place.

I was peacefully listening to the Trentemoller radio station on Pandora, weaving myself a comet tail inspired earring, when my small cat Gwendolyn came prowling on my desk.

Okay. I can hear it now. Yes, I know I should have placed her back on the floor, but she sat down so I figured it would be fine.

WRONG!

When you weave, you should give yourself extra to make sure that you do not run out before your project is finished. This means that sometimes you pull the needle above you head and back to be able to work the thread taut against the beads.

Apparently, this motion was enough to terrify Gwendolyn into panic mode. Since she was laying on a piece of paper I left on my desk, her feet slipped as the paper slid out from under her. Her back feet tossed a pile of bagged beads and ear wires against the wall and down through the one-inch clearance between my desk and the wall.

The beads I had poured out in five, neat piles on the fleece surface I used to lay the beads were an instant sparkly jumble of blues, whites, and golds.

Moments like these make me want to become a hermit with no cats. Or at least a room with a door that I could close and keep the cats out. A room without their litter boxes. That would make me very happy.  Swapping my living room/office for my bedroom might solve the problem except that it would require a lot of piece-by-piece furniture swapping in an apartment less than 650 sq. ft.

Just thinking about it makes me cringe.