L is for...part ll

I wanted to give a bead making update but it has turned more into "Loser: the mini series", than look at how talented I am...


I feel like I should back up and give you a little of the back story behind said beads. I look high and low for unique beads. I don't care if they are attached to something, at a flea market in Brooklyn or at a bead store in the garment district (which is way further out of my way than the previous locations). If they are special, I want them, and usually, if they are special enough, there will only be a few. I like it that way...I don't make repeats, so I only need a few or even just one. (obviously I have to fill in with some staples like jet and different types of pearls, etc, but the big ones are usually only one of a few.)


So the other night when I was not sleeping (which is most of the time...I'm a notorious insomniac) I decided that I would try making some beads myself...there are certain sizes, shapes and colors that I prefer to work with and this way I could customize my beads. How hard could it be? I can pretty much make anything...


flash forward 24 hours later....


The first batch of FIVE is nearly finished. Here they are on toothpicks on their stand drying...

And even worse, this picture makes them look like a blinged out version of a solar system for mice, but I had to show someone...

I have about a dozen more in various sizes and shades of bronze and copper in different stages of completion.

OH..AND...I look like a Golden Globe. Metallic dust head to toe.

And D is on his way home.

How am I going to explain this...probably about as well as I did when I put a hole in his floor. (building canvases should be done in a studio with nothing expensive around, fyi)

Actually, scratch that...he just walked in.

Gotta go...bye!

xo...

ki