At long last…

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

Teensy Tinsy Fly-Eye Tabs:


Purple Flames Part 2:


Blue Veins:


Golden Brocade:


Lapis Met Lavender Shimmer Spikes:



MMkay, off to bed. I’m a day person right now. How terrifying. I might go running and screaming away from myself. But hooray, I’ll be wearing a sweater while doing that, so things could be worse. I hope you like the beads, thanks for looking!


While you wait…

My current favorite lip color:


I love me some B. Kliban:


Hmm, what’s in here?


Let’s see…


It’s my button collection, of course. What else would be in a little cardboard box shaped like a scary movie coffin?

I’m sure you want to know what I’m listening to these days… Surely!

Ohgr: Welt

Ohgr: Welt (2001)

Let me paint you a picture: Demonic neon robots waltzing about. Not bad, and right up my alley. I gave it my first listening at 6am with the windows open while forging bails for my sterling spikes. I’m sure the neighbors loooove me. Anyway, Nivek Ogre was a founding member of Skinny Puppy. Upon closer inspection, I see that Ogre’s style was what I found most appealing about Skinny Puppy in its earlier years, whereas today, SP barely passes for mild house electronica. Just my opinion, and worth what you paid for it. There’s a delicate balance to strike when producing this sort of music: achieving syrupy darkness without taking oneself too seriously. Apparently that’s easier said than done, but Ogre seems to have it down.


Here’s one of my favorite Pixies songs:

One last, but somewhat important thing – I’ve decided that I love Nelson. “How could you not!?” you might be wondering. “Just look at that face!” Yeah. You try living with Nelson. Hellson, rather. He responds to both. I’ve always liked Nelson, but I think he puzzled me more than anything else. It helps that he’s stopped eating the inedible and leaving poopies in impossible places. One thing I cannot abide is stray poopie. When you live with animals… well, you live with animals. This is one of my favorite pictures of Nelson from when he was still a kitten. He is the snuggliest little snuggle-bug, but the snuggles must be on HIS terms. He’s so friggin’ cute. Look at the little fuzz tips on the tips of his ears.

♫ Oh fuzzy Nelson, I love you... I pretend like I don't but I really really do ♪

♫ Ooohhh little Nelson, I love you… I pretend like I don’t but I really really do ♪


OH! I can’t forget why I have you here in the first place – here’s what’s coming up on Etsy later this evening:


I’ll post again when the listings are live!

Drowning in my own depths

Have you ever said “the world’s gone MAD!” like it applies to everyone but you? And then you’re suddenly shocked awake by the realization that you’ve gone mad right along with it? What does one do with this? I sure wish I knew. So many little earthquakes lately, in the earth and in my life… it makes me wonder when the big one’s coming, Elizabeth. I have all these words, yet I find myself once again in that place of speechlessness, where everything makes sense and no sense at all… knowing that there is some difference between what I’m seeing and what is actually in front of my eyes, but not knowing which to believe. Poor me. Poor you. I’ve been told that I’m complicated. I try not to inflict it on everyone, I really do. I keep my replies short and I try to get right to the point. I limit my exchange of eye contact in an attempt to keep them out of my tangle of intricate nonsense. The curious may trudge on in for a quick look around, but only the kind, real and fearless will stay.

Sooo… how about a little weekend crafting to take the edge off?


Mom says all artists are a little bit crazy. I’m already off kilter enough to obsess over these tiny little beads and strands of glass and mess with flammable gases. But I’m about to go Liza Lou (below, everything is life size and covered with beads) on a space heater or an old telephone. On the flip, however, to question my own sanity is a pretty good indication that I am most likely still sane. This gives me hope. And my vintage blue princess telephone will remain unmolested.

Or how about cutting loose? I know! I’ll gather up 10 of my friends and move a Miata into a different driveway! Drain my spouse’s bank account and spend it all on candy and records! I’ll have a beer for crying out loud! My best friend, who takes bible study to entirely new heights, starts talking astrology and cursing in arabic after a couple of glasses of wine. So, yeah, I’ll cut loose. I’ve changed my mind about trying to correct my potty mouth, I’ll keep my precious f-bombs. Some doctors say it’s good for the heart. That, and I’m going to start wearing my underwear on the outside of my clothes. That should fix everything.


Hmm, what else… Spiders these days! Someone wise once told me that allowing spiders to live with me in the house will come back and bite me on the ass. Literally. And they were correct. It wasn’t bad, but still. I caught a giant one in the living room and as I was putting it outside, an even bigger one walked right in through the front door. I hear the abundance of spiders means an early fall but fall is here and I still have sweat pouring down my back, even at night. When’s it gonna end? I’ve gotten more flying molten glass burns on my arms and chest this summer than any other I can think of. I know I shouldn’t wear low cut stuff at the burner, but wow, it gets so hot in there.

big order

big order

I’ve been working on orders (like the one above) and I made a memory wire bracelet out of some Atomic Booger Mini Smooches for a family friend (below). This is a big hairy deal because memory wire makes me want to smoke crack. That doesn’t mean to never ask me to make something out of memory wire. I’ll do it. For love and cash, and only for both at the same time. Unless you’re Mom, and you feed me something I like followed with pie, and the bracelet’s already made and I’m only needed to bend the ends and add some wire-wrapped danglies.



Queens Of The Stone Age have been keeping me warm these days, and after I burned myself out I found this goodie on youtube:

Flavor Parts 1 and 2 are from the Experimental Remixes album by Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, featuring Beck and Mike D from the Beastie Boys. The second half is my favorite. Did anyone catch the parody of the Aerosmith/RUN-DMC video for Walk This Way from the 1980’s? And then they put Flavor Flav’s face on the moon at the very end! Hell to the yes!

So I had to hunt down this old gem:

It’s been ages since I’ve seen this. I love how Steven Tyler does a spin with his scarf adorned microphone stand before he smashes the wall with the base. If you’re gonna destroy something, do it with style, is what I always say. (Actually, I’ve never said that.) I prefer the RUN-DMC version to the old Aerosmith one. Whenever I hear the Aerosmith version, it never sounds quite right to me. Probably because I’m from the MTV generation, and my first exposure to Walk This Way was this video.

I’ll be listing some new stuff on Etsy this Thursday. I had planned on a big Superstars sale instead, but life is strange and it isn’t going to happen that way. Meanwhile, here’s a look at one of the upcoming selections:

blue veins

blue veins

We’ll chat again on Thursday… thanks for checking in.

Feats of Strength (and ETSY).

I decided I liked Queens of the Stone Age’s  “…Like Clockwork” album several weeks back. It took a few listens for me to get it. The music is emotional, exceptional, for sure, but I wasn’t paying much attention to the words. Just about every track on that album is eerily valid for me at the moment, and I didn’t know to what extent until the other day when I hunted down the lyrics. You can listen to this masterpiece in its entirety on YouTube, above.



A few weeks ago my best friend gave me this strange little pamphlet that was published by Safety Clothing & Equipment in 1966. It features her jidi (grandfather) Jimmy, James Sophiea. He suggests breathing exercises, self defense procedures, mind over matter. Jimmy could tear the Detroit metropolitan phone book in half from the spine. Imagine! Mind over matter…


To find beauty and not be terrified of loving it too much, to find strength in our vulnerabilities, are equally lofty goals for us mere mortals, apparently. Yet, I will aim that high, crackle across the sky – I am determined. I’m also gonna work on my potty mouth.

Oh, let’s not forget the reason I’m here – I just put a few things in my Etsy shop. Sorry for the lack of usual pre-listing warning, I am in kind of a pinch time-wise. Click HERE to get to my shop, or on the thumbnails below for each item.

Double Happiness Glimmer Strips:


Sundrop Spike Pendant:


Neon Chrysocolla Spike Pendant:


I’ll be working on an order for the next week or so, and then I hope to accumulate enough me-time beads for a nice Superstars sale at the end of the month. I’ll keep you posted, thanks for reading!

Lizard Brain Surprise Party!

Or is it the Kansas Oceanside Rabbit Ceremony? Or maybe it’s the National Potholders’ Datsun Funeral. My guess is, by the looks on your faces, you haven’t been on the edges of your flowered’y settees, waiting anxiously for my next tidbit of poignant absurdity. Pardon me. I can tell you one thing for sure…


Have truer words ever been uttered by some random sarcastic slouch and then printed onto a button and sold at the head shop for a hugely inflated price? Probably. But this is pretty right on. It was photographed on the envelope containing my most recent electric bill, so, yeah. Right on.

So it’s been about a month since you last heard from me. Many things can happen in a month. Or in an hour. You can be dazzled to the point of boiling over one minute, and then the next you plummet back down to earth and business as usual. Thank goodness for these piddly baubles. People who know me personally usually comment on what a level-headed, honest, happy, kind person I am. That pedestal is a precarious perch, but the glass helps keep me there, or at least allows me to give the appearance of being there. The joyful colors and shapes and stripes and dots are sometimes the only smile I have. I need to make these beads as much as you like to look at them. That’s what art is, and it’s what true artists do – even the teensiest beauty negates the big awful that might be swirling around. I really do wish I could just give them all away. On behalf of myself and all artists, thanks so much for your support.


blazing spice pendant, made to order

Anyway, I’m just dandy, thanks, and I’ve been working on metals for the last, oh, I dunno, four weeks? However long it’s been, it’s taken much longer than anticipated and I got a bit behind. I spent two days looking for some butterscotch colored shell ball buttons I needed for an order and I never found them and it’s bugging me now. Luckily I had the perfect substitute, which minimized the bug just a tad. Even with the hang-ups I’ve enjoyed my respite from the glass, but at the same time I’m looking forward to getting my Bethlehem back out from under the pile of whatever is under the main bead table. Here’s what else I’ve been making:

spike pendants, made to order (with some color suggestion and creative liberties)

spike pendants, made to order (with some color suggestion and creative liberties)

same spikes, different angle

same spikes, different angle

I made these rings, too – the green one for mom, the blue one for my BFF and the orange one for my hairstylist.


venetian obsession rings, august 2015

venetian obsession rings, august 2015

venetian obsession rings, august 2015

I made these spikes for YOU. If you’re at all interested in purchasing any of them before I list them on Etsy (later this week), you know how to get a hold of me:

z-beads bejeweled spikes august 2015

z-beads bejeweled spikes august 2015

l-r: sundrop, flower shop, chrysocolla peridot

l-r: sundrop ($150), flower shop ($150 – SOLD), chrysocolla peridot ($135)

another view

another view


We found a gecko in the kitchen a few weeks ago, right next to the cats’ food bowls. It didn’t even try to sell us car/boat/motorcycle insurance! I had to go into the other room to shriek with delight so that I wouldn’t frighten the poor thing. It was only two inches long, including the tail. We put it in a jar and then I put it under a pyrex custard cup to be photographed and then I let it outside when Nelson finally caught wind of it.




So that’s about a fraction of what’s been going on around here. I’ll be putting the metal stuff away tonight, which entails cleaning files, oiling my tools and putting the silver back where I found it. Boooriiing. That will take longer than I think, I’m sure. But to make it go a little faster, I’m going to locate Unknown Mortal Orchestra’s newest album and whichever Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti album has that song about birds that Jon Mooneyham played on his Everything All At Once Forever radio show earlier this evening. I would totally date Jon Mooneyham’s record collection if it asked me out, and I’d give it up on the first night to the post-punk* rarities section. If you’re in OKC, The Spy FM is on 91.7 from 7PM to 5AM – great music, no commercials.

*Post-punk? Here you go.

Thanks for reading!

Superstars TONIGHT!

I’ll dispense with the woo-woo hoo-haw for a while… time for some beads!
Here’s a look at what’s coming up tonight:


click on us to get to the superstars page!

click on us to get to the superstars page!

Be at www.z-beads.com this Thursday, July 30th
Click on the SUPERSTARS link at the lower left side of the front page (or click on the photo above)
7:30PM – 8PM Central Time: 30 minute sale preview. Take this time to look at the photos, read the descriptions and decide what you want.
8PM Central Time and beyond – send in those requests!

THERE WILL BE 11 selections this evening (all of the above plus a ring and a necklace).

I hope to see you there!


massive swarm of grasshoppers and beetles headed to Oklahoma – click to read the article at KFOR.com

Was it you? Or YOU? Who was it!?

I like bugs. I really do. Granted, I don’t want them in my hair or in my food or on the underside of the toilet seat ready to bite my nethers when I take a leak in the middle of the night. But they’re pretty nifty little things and if I can study one up close, I take the opportunity. They seem to like me, too. The moment I step outside on a summer night, ALL the bugs come flying at my head. They never bother with anyone else. It must be my brilliant personality. Har. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I never fail to shriek and run and wave my arms around my head. Just the other night as I was walking out of the grocery store, something really big zoomed right at me the second the automatic door slid open, as if it had been waiting for me. It hit me hard in the chest and landed on the ground. It was a giant bright green grasshopper. It could have picked anyone else to dive-bomb, including my husband, but no. And anything that flies slowly by and may or may not have the potential to sting me? Well, you’re likely to have your own coffee spilled on you as I cringe and scoot out of the way. And now we have a whole swarm of grasshoppers AND beetles coming for me, I mean, us. Grand.

My favorite insects are beetles. I don’t care if they fly at my head or roll dung or kill my garden. I love ’em. They have a dopey sweetness about them, especially the big clumsy ones. I have a strong affection for click bugs and my very favorites are the metallic green scarabs. Whenever I find one I bring it home with me, even if it’s dead. I found one on a walk recently. Here he (or she) is:

Oh, the things I find on my walks... and bring home!

Oh, the things I find on my walks… and bring home!

I have another one around here somewhere that I’ve had since high school. It has stayed in pretty good shape all this time.

Not too long ago, I said I didn’t feel badly about killing hundreds of ants, actually probably thousands of ants. I was very angry with them at the time. I really do feel awful about it. They’re obnoxious but they have as much right to be here as I do. I’d like to be able to convince them that they don’t need to come into my house, but they’re ants after all. When I found Mom’s copy of “Animal Speak” by Ted Andrews, I saw it was open to spider. I wondered if there was anything about ants in there, and sure enough. Coincidentally or not, I’ve only seen about 30 ants in my kitchen since reading that, and that was well over a month ago, probably closer to two months. Almost like magic.


Here are some interesting excerpts from “Animal Speak” by Ted Andrews:

KEYNOTE – industriousness, order and discipline
 – “If the ant has shown up as a totem, examine your own industriousness. Are you disciplining yourself enough to accomplish the tasks at hand? Are you or those around you looking for the quick and easy way? Are you neglecting important activities? Are you laying a good foundation? Are you adding new structures to your life with each passing year in some fashion – education, jobs hobbies, etc.? Are you being patient with your efforts? Are you being patient with yourself? With others? Are you making things greater and more difficult than they need to be? Are you missing an opportunity to initiate new creations and endeavors? Ant can teach you how to harness your own power to design and recreate your life and its circumstances from the ground up.  Ant can show you how best to work with others for the good of everyone. Ant teaches us that regardless of circumstances, if the effort is true the rewards will follow – in the most beneficial time and manner. Ant is the promise of success through effort.”

KEYNOTE: resurrection
– “The beetle is the most varied of all insects. There may be as many as 280,000 different kinds of beetles. To put this into perspective, the number of vertebrate animals – including fish, reptiles, amphibians, birds, and mammals – may be around 44,000.

In Egypt, the scarab, or sacred beetle, had great significance. The beetle would take a piece of ox dung and shape it into a ball by rolling it from east to west. The eggs were laid within this and then buried. After about a month, the beetle would dig it up and push it into the water and the young would emerge. Because of its east to west rolling, it came to be associated with the sun and its movement across the sky. The scarab thus came to be a symbol for solar deities and for new life.

As with many insects, the beetle goes through a tremendous metamorphosis from the grub state to the winged. Because of this, it is associated with resurrection and change. In its winged stage, the front set of wings are thickened into hard covers which fold and protect the soft underside. This may indicate for those with this totem to be more protective, or possibly that you are too closed off.

If the beetle has shown up in your life examine the need for metamorphosis. Are you in the process? If so, what stage? Do you need a change? Are you needing new sunshine? Is it time to resurrect some aspect of your life? Is it time to leave the past behind? The beetle can show you how to do this with the greatest success.”


I love this approach. Good questions. The right questions must be asked, or asked in just the right way, before we can begin to consider how to solve our own unique problems. Sometimes there are only more questions, but at least we’re getting somewhere – or somewhere else – right?

So, the beetle, and the mention of being too closed off… If you’ve been with me for a while, you know the last few years have been pretty rough for me. I’ve lost a lot of my people, I lost life as I knew it – and through the process of several of those losses, I came to realize that I didn’t know these people or situations as well as I thought I did.  Not necessarily because they were hiding anything from me (although, that was sometimes the case) but because I didn’t want to look too closely. I feel like people should have their privacy to be as wacky as they need to be to feel okay about being alive, so I tend to look at people through a filter, of sorts. I guess that’s what I get for being raised by a bunch of weirdos. My family has them all: bookworms, conspiracy theorists, artists, scientists, perfectionists, cause-havers, crystal wavers, hoarders, gamblers, cock-eyed optimists… so I guess I came by my live and let live attitude pretty honestly. Problem is, these people were willing, even trying, to tell me these things all along that I thought were being hidden from me. I was just too wrapped up in my own problems and idealisms to get the subtle hints. These discoveries rattled me so hard that it took me quite a while to understand what happened.



I finally had to admit to myself that this was my problem, not theirs. So I made a very conscious decision to look more closely at people, at life, at myself. I had to accept that I’m not always going to like what I see, but knowledge is power and all that rot. Hiding from people and new experiences, and most importantly, the truth, isn’t going to accomplish much. Looking back over the last couple of years, the results of my (then) new resolve have been fairly noticeable, even if only to me. I feel a little bit more happy, a little bit less stuck inside my own head, a little bit more at ease around other people. I’ve purposely yanked myself out of my comfort zone at least a few times and it hasn’t been so bad.

But all of that having been said, I still get a big thrill when people just come right out and tell me stuff. It’s easier that way. And we can talk about the ants later…


OH! And don’t let me forget to tell you: SUPERSTARS THIS THURSDAY! Here’s what’s happening:

Be at www.z-beads.com this Thursday, July 30th
Click on the SUPERSTARS link at the lower left side of the front page
7:30PM – 8PM Central Time: 30 minute sale preview. Take this time to look at the photos, read the descriptions and decide what you want.
8PM Central Time and beyond – send in those requests!

I’ll post a sneak peek of the goods here before the sale.
Thanks for reading!

dad's self portrait, 1964

dad’s self portrait, 1964

My mother found a folded piece of paper in a stack of papers at her house. She couldn’t figure out where it came from. It reads:

“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique.

And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is; nor, how valuable it is; nor, how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.

You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you.

Keep the channel open… No artist is pleased…

There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction; a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

Martha Graham to Agnes DeMille”

We have no idea who Martha Graham and Agnes DeMille are. But as folks who are sensitive to the people, the happenings, the messages that have come to us throughout our lives, we believe that it is important to have the experiences and learn the lessons these people, happenings and messages can teach us. There are no accidents, including the timing of when this piece of paper showed up in my mother’s life, and then mine. I think the message from Martha to Agnes can be taken any number of ways. Use this message any way you can, wherever it fits.

In my case, I didn’t think of myself as a spiritual person for a long time. I believed myself to be atheist (or something close to it) since I was very young. Catholic school was difficult for me. Being commanded to worship, without question, a specific entity whom I could neither see nor hear, or even sense, never sat right with me. I felt alone and misunderstood. However, I’ve recently admitted to myself that I can feel something, and I feel it deeply. My ability to sense the energies of other people; the oppression, the angst, the sadness I sometimes feel when I leave the safety of my nest can be debilitating. But it can also be energizing… profound, even.

Instead of being frightened by what I find hanging in the air, good, bad or inexplicable, I must embrace it and examine it as closely as possible so that the motivations of others (and my own) can come into sharper focus. Staying open, even if it means enduring the inherent flaws of humanity, is extraordinarily important – otherwise, I could miss the beauty. I could miss getting to know myself. The feelings, beliefs and experiences that each human possesses and shares with the rest of the world are far too complex to be labeled as “christian” or “atheist” or “whatever”. Spirituality is too immense and obscure to be fought over, yet we fight and kill over it daily, and nobody wins. To me, the answer is obvious: we could simply worship every other living being on this rock, including the ones who look and believe differently than us. If we’re all god, we all win.


ACK! Here they are. Sorry so late. Please don’t hate me. My nightcrawler ass needs to find a way to take photos at night and make them look like they were taken during the day. While I’m at it, maybe I’ll find a way to play basketball in the rain and not get wet.

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

Bluejay Review:

Scarabesque !BLING! Barrel:

Black Magic:

Tomato Patch !BLING! Rock Candy:

Retro Gold !BLING!:

Ruby Bluesday Spike Pendant:


Well, that’s that. I need to soak in the tub for a while and contemplate this month’s schedule and color combinations. Maybe I’ll be able to fit in a little bit of metal before the next Superstars sale, which is tentatively planned for the end of the month. So no beads between now and then, unless I get really energetic. But it’s summer after all… what I’d really like to do is crawl into a refrigerator full of kittens and corn dogs and not come out until October. Wanna join me? I’ll shove over and make room.

Thanks once again for your patience. Toodles!

How about some idle chit-chat to keep you amused while I’m slapping my Etsy listings together?

Many people say they enjoy all kinds of music. Usually, that means they like AC/DC and Elton John, so I shy away from prattling on about my penchant for the offbeat and downright weird unless I’m certain I’m in good company. Today I’ll make an exception, and perhaps you’ll find something new to listen to.

Anyway, the story in my family is that when I was still in diapers, I’d pitch a major fit if I was not allowed to listen to Pink Floyd’s The Wall in its entirety. The rule was not to play record 1 if you’re not going to play record 2. I clearly remember studying the cover art on mom’s living room floor and feeling sad and creeped out all at once, as was Mr. Floyd’s goal I’m sure. I was either permanently burned out on The Wall by the time I was 3, or I find it even more disturbing as an adult. Whatever the reason, I have no desire to listen to that album any more.


Rx - Bedside Toxicology (1998)

Rx: Bedside Toxicology (1998)

Rx: Bedside Toxicology (1998)
Many of you have figured out by now that I’m not all sweetness and light. I like my music like I like my art (and men, for that matter): dark, quirky, and with a sense of humor. This album features a deliciously ghoulish cover of Petula Clark’s “Downtown.” I think what I enjoy most is the use of both analog (real drums, acoustic guitars, et al) and digital stuff. Yeah, it’s a little bit creepy, but it’s also a little bit funny, and I’m quite convinced it’s all tongue-in-cheek and purely for shock value. (And really, nothing on this album is as gory or scary as what I’m bound to see when I turn on my TV.) Rx is some guys from Skinny Puppy and they had originally named this project Ritalin, but of course, they had to change it to Rx for legal reasons. So, you know, nobody could confuse the CD for a bottle of Ritalin. Just a guess.


The Delta 72: The Soul Of A New Machine

The Delta 72: The Soul Of A New Machine (1997)

The Delta 72: The Soul Of A New Machine (1997)
This here is a flawless amalgam of blues+punk+funk+maybe a hint of shoegaze, replete with horns, belchy guitars, clavinet and Rhodes piano, and a twinkly vibraphone. If you like Jon Spencer’s Blues Explosion but could stand to have the insecure chest thumping checked at the door now and again, you would probably like this.


Unknown Mortal Orchestra: (self titled) (2011)

Unknown Mortal Orchestra: (self titled) (2011)

Unknown Mortal Orchestra: self titled, 2011
Amateurish, catchy indie rock packed full of phasers, wah-wahs and scratchy vocals filtered through a whispery echo reminiscent of AM radio. That probably sounded like an insult, but it’s actually really, really good.

Thanks for the photos of the cover art, Amazon. These selections can be found on Amazon and Google Play.


I’m pretty sure I saw Beck driving on I-44 a couple of days before his concert here in 1997. I figured that out when I watched his Devil’s Haircut video for the first time a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t realize it was him at the time, I just knew I saw an electric looking guy driving a slick classic Chevy or Oldsmobile from the 1960’s in rust orange or mustard yellow. He was so California, there was no way he was from around here. He was wearing a button down shirt with a large collar, a scarf around his neck, his golden blond hair swept to the side, and had a rather slight frame… he looked straight out of a 1960’s magazine. If I were stalkerish I totally would have followed him to see where he went. Poor guy. Some beer soaked trollop threw her panties into his face at the show, and he’s never been back to OKC as far as I know.


Perfume, as usual.

Halston Woman Amber

Halston Woman Amber

Woman Amber has an olibanum note, something I’ve been unfamiliar with so far. I’m still not so adept at picking out the individual notes in a fragrance; I continue to be satisfied with enjoying the whole rather than scrutinizing its parts. Except when there’s tuberose. Tuberose is fine, generally, if it’s used properly. This is entirely subjective, of course – in my opinion, the most noteworthy misuse of tuberose was by Calvin Klein in Secret Obsession. Um, blech. The inclusion of tuberose in Woman Amber along with the woody and smoky notes might have prevented me from purchasing it unsniffed… save for the fact that I had recently sampled Bond No. 9’s Chinatown, which has a bang of tuberose along with dry spicy cardamom and incense notes, and I really enjoyed it. So, my point is, finally, that Halston Amber is a not-too-sweet, dry, powdery and oddly fresh and slightly smoky concoction that is unlikely to make any waves. I do enjoy it, though.


S.T. Dupont Oud Oriental

S.T. Dupont Oud Oriental

I got this for about $100 less than what it normally sells for, and what a treat. I think it might be difficult to come by in the states, which would explain its high price tag on most sites. I got lucky on fragrancenet one day and managed to snag the very last one for around $25. It bears much resemblance to (and is much more bearable than) bond number 9’s oud offerings. Bond’s ouds take on a very strong beef stew’y aura around the wood and flowers, and it’s quite persistent until the whole affair vanishes altogether in just a couple of hours. Oud Oriental does begin with that uniquely pungent wood and rose, but manages not to trek off into umami territory. Instead, it veers off into cedar and lit incense, which makes me about as glad as a bagworm at high mass. Yep, that’s what I said. And it lasts more than a couple of hours.

Thanks to Fragrantica for the photos.


I finished the Orange Rainbow necklace. I rarely complete a piece in such a timely manner – especially a wire-wrapped one – so I’m really proud of that. I won’t be putting it on Etsy tonight, I’ll probably save it for the Superstars sale. Unless someone wants to buy it sooner and save me the effort of putting it into web sale format… don’t be shy if you’re interested. The price is $275. It’s one of a kind, all sterling with glass, carnelian, coral and jade. The sterling beaded chain is 18 inches long, and the dangly part extends about an inch lower than that. If you want more info, email me any time.

orange rainbow necklace - glass, sterling, carnelian, jade and coral

orange rainbow necklace – glass, sterling, carnelian, jade and coral

So! Here’s what’s on tap for Etsy this evening:

z-beads, week of july 6 2015

z-beads, week of july 6 2015

Thanks for reading… beads on the way later this evening! I’ll post here again when the listings are live.


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