Yes, finally, at 5AM, I’m getting my Etsy listings online. This is how it goes sometimes.

Click HERE to get to my shop, or the thumbnails below for each item.

Tiny Bubbles:


Campy Relish Hana:

Tunisian Violet Lava Lite Trios & Tabs:

Rhodochrosite Glimmer Strips:


So, as soon as the rain left, summer didn’t waste any time. I was supposed to start working on metals about two weeks ago, but I decided I needed to make some glass stuff for my metals first, and then I realized I needed to make some beads so I’d have some hope of having a little cash while I worked on the metal stuff. At some point during all of that, it got kind of hot and humid and then I got all hot and humid and when I get that way it takes me a while to get stuff done in between the whining about how hot it is. I hate summer. I shall list for you only 10 of the reasons I hate summer:

1. The sun.
2. Everything. Even my irrational dislike of John Corbett becomes more acute.
3. The air conditioner.
4. The sound the air conditioner makes.
5. The electric bill.
6. The sun.
7. The lawnmower draggers ding-donging my doorbell the minute the clover patch grows a centimeter taller than the rest of the lawn.
8. The ghetto birds.
9. The ice cream truck.
10. Everything on TV is a rerun or a singing contest. I guess they think we’re all outside in the sun catching our death and we won’t care what’s on TV when we’re being hauled off to the hospital for heat exhaustion.

I want to be comfortable all the time. Somewhere between 40 and 75 degrees Fahrenheit would be most conducive to my physical comfort and emotional well being. I guess I’ll have to cave and write a letter to my congressman. Meanwhile, I’ll get used to the summer and when fall finally gets here I’ll be shivering in my bed under the covers the first day the high temp doesn’t go above 70 degrees.

Thanks for looking at the new beads… next, I’ll be blinging a bit and working on metals! Hooray, I’m looking forward to something a bit different for a little while. Any special requests? Feel free to ask!

…named Felix The Conqueror? Yeah? Well, we found him mewing desperately by the side of the street.”

My hunny and I were taking a walk after midnight the other night. We heard a “meow?” off in the shadows and saw a pair of glowing eyes. We said “hi? and a little black cat came running towards us. He was obviously friendly – rare for a cat – and let us pet him. We always stop to say hello to a friendly cat. We resumed our walk, and surprisingly he came along and was telling us all kinds of interesting things. He continued to follow us and chat us up for the entire block, and that’s when we decided to have a look at his collar. It said “Felix The Conqueror” on one side and had an address/phone number/smiley face on the other. The address was from sort of far away, and we figured if our cat was missing, we wouldn’t mind a call after midnight.

Mr. Sarah picked Felix up and carried him for about a block because he seemed a bit tired and was panting. When we got to a good resting spot he called the number on his tag. I could tell the guy on the other end of the phone didn’t mind being called, but I couldn’t tell much else. Mr. Sarah said he sounded relieved; Felix had been gone for 4 days. The guy said he was at a restaurant nearby and would be by soon. Felix waited patiently with us. When he got there, Felix began to squirm with excitement. He told us he had started looking at the animal shelter for poor Felix earlier that day. He had just moved to the area, and perhaps Felix just got lost. He’s very friendly and probably followed someone interesting into our neighborhood. We were so pleased that Felix had a tag and that we could help him get home. People, if your cats are allowed to roam, please be sure they have identification!


The rain and ants have subsided and I’ve been able to get some work done. I’ll be listing some things on Etsy later, it may be well after midnight before they’re live. Here’s a look at what’s coming up:

Look for another update later tonight!

Skglarg, Part 2.

My house is a freaking ant farm. It won’t stop raining. Spawn came for a visit, bearing gifts of lame excuses and a nasty cold, which she bestowed upon me and Mr. Sarah as she greeted us with a loud, rattling cough. It would be really great if people would understand that those of us who work for ourselves don’t have paid sick days and could be kind enough to stay away while contagious. The bratty calico literally went on hunger strike and screamed at us for two days straight until we bought her a chicken. Our basement has flooded numerous times. I saw a shirtless ponytailed ginger riding in the trunk of a VW Passat, dragging a lawn mower behind him, and he and the passengers went knocking on doors to kindly offer their lawn mowing/home invasion services… um, no, for so many reasons. And frickety fracking ding-dang old $_(%&&%(#&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, that’s better. This is my owl collection.


I’ve been on Ant Patrol for the past several days. I carry a flashlight around the house and shine it angrily into the shadows every few hours like a testosterone poisoned security guard. Everyone is whining on the local news about ants in their houses because of the record flooding, and at my house, the ant sitch is only moderately worse than it usually is this time of year. We spray ant barrier in the spring and only have to do it once or twice more until fall, but too much rain will wash it away, so there’s just no point right now. I cannot have ants in my house. If I see ONE ant, I go into major wipe-down mode. Guests fortunate enough to be at my house during one of these Fantastic Ant Wipes look at me like I’m nuts. Obviously, they’ve never had ants repeatedly invade their pantry in the night and take up residence in their raisins and powdered sugar. About a week ago, those wretched little varmints got into a tightly lidded bottle of homemade Kahlua by walking between the threads. I thought I was going to die of acute annoyance at that, but thankfully, I survived. What nearly killed me was the troop that came all the way in from outside, just to procure a Pringle crumb the size of a head of a straight pin, and it was in the middle of my bedroom floor, nowhere near the outside wall.

Yesterday, I awoke abruptly after a half-awake dream about ants in my Lucky Charms on top of the fridge. I went to look, and sure enough. They were also all over the wall next to the refrigerator, and if it had been left any longer the ant count would have grown to incomprehensible numbers. Mr. Sarah said that I need to start playing the lottery, with such specific visions like that. In my half asleep stupor I was still able to instantly fly into guilt-free ALL ANTS MUST DIE mode with my pine-sol/vinegar spray. I hate them. I hate them so much. I want them all to die. All other insects are free to live, even those awful fuzzy black spiders with bright green eyes who put their front legs up, ready to skittle with you when they see you coming. Those little angels get captured in a jar and deposited outdoors. Why? Because they wouldn’t bring a thousand of their creepy friends over to my house for Lucky Charms uninvited, that’s why. I’m sure we can find someone more respectful of boundaries to take over whatever benefits these dastardly ants provide our mother earth. I’d even pitch in by chewing on a rotting tree limb for a couple of hours every year if it will help move things in that direction. And it’s starting to rain, again. Thank goodness they’ve mostly stayed out of the bead cave.


In other news, I was one of those sub-morons who got caught up in a flash flood on Saturday. I was sure I’d have time to get to the BBQ joint, get the fried okra and get home before it started pouring. Nope. The moment I got there it began to pour. I get inside the restaurant and find the scrolling message at the bottom of the TV screen – flash flood warnings for blah-blah counties until THURSDAY. Remember, this was SATURDAY. I picked my jaw up off the floor, got my okra and got into the car. I was moving along fine, even in the river of really hard rain. I only got about 4 blocks towards home when I got an urgent call from the Department of Common Sense, instructing me to get out of the street and find higher ground, like, NOW. I pulled into a closed gas station, the one I always make fun of for having only one pump and being about a dollar per gallon higher than any other station in OKC, and parked beneath the awning.

I had a clear view of the street and rising water, and after about 5 minutes another car pulled into the station. Stalled cars began to accumulate in the street at an alarming rate. The passenger of the other car under the awning poked her professional shoplifter looking self out of the sun roof and began “filming” a stranded motorist in the street with her bright pink phone and clunky fake nails, all the while giggling gleefully and shouting something at him. Probably to pose like a rockstar and then come over and sign a release form for when her crappy rainsoaked video goes viral. He was knee-deep in rushing water and was being pelted by rain as he pushed his stalled car backwards, unable to understand her over the gushing roar. I felt like telling her to pull off her fake eyelashes and her stupid Justin Beiber looking hat and go help that poor guy instead of practically creaming herself over his misfortune. I decided in the spirit of kindness and self-preservation, I’d probably better not. About 10 more minutes passed and I watched the water level decrease and booked it for home. Luckily I knew that area very well and sort of zig-zagged through the miraculously un-flooded side streets and was so relieved to be home I beeped all the way up the driveway.

jingle bitch

jingle bitch

Yeah, I guess I’ve grown bored and frustrated with rainy days. Rainy days are my favorite, but this is about a week past way too freaking much. I just thought I’d pop in and let you know I haven’t washed away. Yet. But I’m close to running away from home, with a red polka-dotted bandana full of peanut butter sandwiches and cats tied to a stick resting on my shoulder.


At long last!

Click HERE to visit my shop, or the thumbnails below for each item.

Sizzling Shisha Squares:


High Violet Shimmer Spikes:

Coral Cocktail Lite:

Colorblast Pastel:

Peach Flames Shimmer Spikes:


So, that’s that, I’m glad to have it done, I’m gonna go eat a sandwich and make some beads. And it’s kind of looking like we might be helping my step-dad find his precious calico. Thanks for having a look, I hope you like the beads!


Floods and tornadoes and ants be damned. They can’t ruin my fun.


But see that thing Roosevelt is glaring at? It made my life sort of hellish for several days. I was putting my make-up on at Mr. Sarah’s old wooden desk Saturday before last. I laid one of my eye shadow brushes down to pick up something else and swept the outside of my thumb against a pucker in the veneer. That little bugger went between the nail and the skin, and there was no way to extract it without performing surgery. My thumb swelled up and turned really red and other gross things and I couldn’t turn a key in a lock or button my jeans without fairly serious pain. I took so much aspirin and ibuprofen (which by most standards wasn’t much at all) I got tinnitus in my left ear and for days, every sound I heard was immediately followed by a melodic beep. I was sure that horrible thing would be in there forever, but after a week and two days of band-aids and peroxide and baking soda and Epsom salts and constantly cursing at it, it finally took its leave. I think I might have a somewhat high threshold for pain – I’ve often wondered if migraines are just headaches for people who can’t handle pain. You know, until I got a piddly little splinter.

Yes, we’ve had lots of rain. Lots and lots. Something like 8 inches in three days, but I think it’s been more than that for the month of May. They’re all acting like this is something that hasn’t happened before, but I semi-clearly remember in June of 2010, we got something like 10 inches in 5 hours… or maybe it was 5 inches in 10 hours… either scenario wouldn’t have been ideal. My husband nearly floated away in our Honda Civic on his way to work, and had the good sense to turn around and come home. At the time, one meteorologist said that was a record and it was something that only happened every 500 years. Mmkay. These weather men are doing well to predict 12 hours in advance, let alone 500 years. We had a hurricane looking thing in August of 2008, and a tornado that spun the wrong direction and made national news, so I don’t see much point in getting all Brainy Smurf about how and when weird stuff is supposed to happen. But hey, during the coverage on one of those recent floody/tornado’y evenings, the head meteorologist at our local ABC station predicted: “It’s gonna do something funky.” He has a degree in weather, folks. And something funky it did.

The good news is, I’ve managed to work on orders in between the excessive weather and other annoyances, but not too much on any new stuff. I have a sizeable order to complete before the end of the month, and if all goes well it won’t take me that long and I may have time for another go at Etsy before June, when I tentatively plan on working with silver for a couple of weeks.  I have some new ideas brewing and maybe they’ll go exactly as planned.

Yet, those plans I had for mucking about with Etsy listings yesterday – they didn’t. I was lazy yesterday, and today I’ll pay. This is what will happen some time today or this evening:


click on us to get to the etsy shop! we’ll be there later on.

I’ll be back later today!



I got this in the mail the other day from the National Association of Professional Women. It reads:

“It is my pleasure to inform you that [blah, blah, blah] You were considered for this honor because of your outstanding leadership, commitment within your profession and employment at Bleah.”

They say there is no cost or obligation to be included, but I’ve been on this planet long enough to know that nothing is free. Evidently they don’t screen their potential members, or they’d know that I don’t spell it Bleah, I spell it Blah. And they’d also find that Blah only employs roly polies. With a little digging, they would also discover that I wouldn’t join any club that would have me as a member. So how did they get this information? I showed it to my husband and he started laughing hysterically, so of course I asked him if this was his work. He swears it wasn’t him. He spells it AND pronounces it Bleah, and this whole thing reeks of him. He’s the type to fill in any dubious “required” fields with tidbits such as “bleah”. He’s known as Kilgore Trout at Radio Shack, so…


Lately I’ve been wearing:

Versace Crystal Noir - photo courtesy of fragrantica.com

Versace Crystal Noir – photo courtesy of fragrantica.com


Gres Cabaret - photo courtesy of fragrantica,com

Gres Cabaret – photo courtesy of fragrantica,com


Jovan Intense Oud - photo courtesy of fragrantica.com

Jovan Intense Oud – photo courtesy of fragrantica.com


Jovan Secret Amber - photo courtesty of fragrantica.com

Jovan Secret Amber – photo courtesty of fragrantica.com


Click on the photos if you care to learn more about these fragrances at Fragrantica.com.

Versace Crystal Noir – It’s a flowery soapy, deep incensy sandalwood. On me. In my opinion, it’s the best sandalwood heavy composition amongst the current department store fare. Allegedly it’s heavy on the coconut, and while I don’t usually care for coconut scented anything, this manages to work for me. Probably because I can’t smell the coconut.

Gres Cabaret – Gres’ Cabochard and Cabotine were not only frightening on my skin, they were inescapable. One thing Gres gets right every time is making a fragrance that lasts all day whether you want it to or not. I had to give Cabaret a chance. The bottle was too nifty and the most prominent notes listed were rose, patchouli and incense. I love all of those things, so I found a mini for sampling. I wasn’t sure about it at first, it seemed rather uninteresting the first time I tried it on, it came across as a soapy rose and not much more. It reminded me of what Liz Claiborne smelled like on my Aunt Charlotte in the 1990’s. But for some reason I was compelled to try it again. And again. The last time I added a tiny dab of patchouli oil and I was hooked. A large bottle can be had for less than $30.

Jovan’s Secret Amber and Intense Oud – If I’m not mistaken, these are two of Jovan’s attempts at Eastern meets Western style perfumery. Bond No. 9 and Montale have been doing this for quite some time, but the price tags might send you into shock. As for the Jovans, less than $10 (for each 3oz bottle) bought some rather upscale smelling colognes. I thought I’d prefer the Intense Oud, but I think I might like the Secret Amber best. To my amateur nose, they both resemble the Bond No. 9 oud fragrances I’ve tested. So if this is what oud consistently smells like in alcohol based fragrances, it’s far and away from what I’ve known as “oud” for the last 20 years since I’ve only worn it as an oil. That said, I do like this alcoholic oud, and both of these Jovans are a good, cheap introduction for oud noobs. There are drawbacks, however – if you’re not a fan of the Jovan Musk, it might be wise to avoid these because they definitely show that Jovan musk undercarriage within a couple of hours. And the lasting power of the stuff I like about these fragrances is not that great, but that musk does not let up.




Nelson doesn’t bat an eye at the bright flashes of lightning or the window rattling rumbles during a rowdy thunderstorm. Dogs? No problem for Nelson. That cute little party favor up there in that photo? RUN FOR THE HILLS!!! I kid you not. And it doesn’t even make noise! We’re planning a trip to the party store to stock up. We don’t torture Nelson with the party favor, we use it to keep him off of us while we’re trying to eat. We really have tried to teach him some manners, but if there are French fries, Nelson’s tiny morsel of propriety is nowhere to be found. Nelson runs back and forth, goes in circles, gets on our shoulders and has attempted to knock the French fries right out of our hands. If he’s good, though, he is rewarded with a tiny bite. Fred likes French fries too, but he waits patiently and politely. In fact, Mo and Fred are both very good while we eat, while Nelson is off-the-charts annoying. But he sure is a snuggly little bug in the winter time! And he likes beads.



In other news, I FINALLY added the 2014 Gallery to my website. Have a look!  One small curiosity about that gallery… it seems like the colors and designs grew more vivid as the year progressed.  The 2015 gallery is up next (obviously) and I have fancy plans to not procrastinate on it.

SUPERSTARS TONIGHT! That’s right! Here’s what’s happening:

7:30PM CENTRAL TIME: The new beads will appear on the Superstars page for the sale preview. Take this 30 minutes to read and decide what you want, and email me with any questions.

8PM CENTRAL TIME and beyond: Start sending in your requests via email.

Please visit the Superstars page on http://www.z-beads.com.

Here’s a sample of what’s coming up:

come see us and our friends at the sale tonight. click me to get there!

come see us and our friends at the sale tonight. click on us to get there!

See you guys later!




Apologies for my lateness. Lest you forget, I shall remind you that I have ADD – Artsy Dingbat Disorder. I’m also a girl, and all girls have the dilly-dally gene. So I didn’t stand a chance this evening. Sorry again.

Click HERE for my etsy shop, or the thumbnails below for each item.

(THE VERY LAST) Hana in Pink:


Evergreen Palace:

Shisha Squares in Cool Pastel:

Evergreen Palace Glimmer Strips:


So, that’s that, I hope you’ll find they were worth the wait. Thanks again for your patience. Even though it’s well after midnight, I might be taking a walk anyway. I’m still trying to shed the 5lbs those Krispy Kreme doughnuts added to my life nearly a week ago. They were totally worth it, and don’t let any skinny wench tell you any different!


OH I almost forgot! You have maybe a day or so to grab Chernobyl Topaz (click on the pic above) before the listing ends and I hand them over to Mom. Now, don’t let that deter you, Mom is the ultimate pragmatist – if it comes down to a choice between me making a sale and her adding more beads to the collection, Mom is all for the sale.

Thanks for looking!

Etsy tonight!

Here’s what’s shaking:

See us on Etsy tonight!

See us on Etsy tonight!


Nice beads, as you can see. A new design and some old neglected ones, plus more Hana in Pink. This is the LAST SET of Hana in Pink, folks. I might be permanently sick to death of Hana in Pink, I’ve made more pink beads in the last couple of months than I’ve made in my entire bead making career.

Hmm. Career. If you can call it that. It wasn’t one of those “Mom, Dad, I want to be a physicist” or a “Mee-Maw, I want to save the whales” kind of thing. Or even a “Sharon, I want to supply gigantic plastic tubes to the greater southwestern region of the United States” sort of moment. It was more like Mom telling me about a book called Making Glass Beads. Then I started making the beads and people wanted to buy them. It was more like that. So I hesitate to call this a career… it’s what I do for a living and it pays the bills. If something better and more exciting came along I’d probably be on it like fuzz on mice. I suspect that whatever that might be, it would have by now if it were going to. So here I twirl and melt, melt and twirl, while watching soap operas and Dateline in the middle of the night. Can’t complain.

I’ll be back later with the new beads on Etsy!

Etsy now!

Click HERE to get to my shop, or the thumbnails below for each item.

Cool & Sunny Glimmer Strips:

Redbuds 2015 Shimmer Spikes:

Junque du Jour in Harvest:

Egg Hunt & Friends:

Vintage Obsession – Glitzy Tubes:

Sky Blue Shisha Sprees:

Tangerine Living Dangerously:


Here’s a photo of my redbud this year:


This was taken a week ago and it’s already leafed out. I wish they stayed pink/red/purple/whatever the entire season. I will say that during a very warm late fall, it might bud out just a smidge… But I do have a rainbow of crepe myrtles to look forward to if we have a rainy summer.

Thanks for looking, it’s time for a walk or doughnuts. Probably doughnuts.


Etsy tonight.

Yep. As long as I can keep myself convinced that Etsy is just a convenience store priced shopping cart type-deal for when I can’t stand the thought of sitting in front of the computer for hours and hours, instead of just hours… well, you’ll still be able to buy my beads there.

If I can stay focused and hurry it up, I can get these things listed before midnight. What’s to come:


Hmm. Lots of blue and yellow. Not sure what that’s about. I’m sure the next batch will be another interesting variety altogether.

See you in a bit!


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