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It’s that time! Here they are! Click HERE for my etsy shop, or each thumbnail below for the individual items.

I’ve been thinking about !BLING’ed hollow beads for months and months. I finally got around to that.

Red Deco !BLING! Glitterbomb:

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Alien Egg !BLING! Glitterbomb:

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Baby Blue !BLING! Asteroid:

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When I was making this bracelet, I decided I needed to make smaller Floopy Flowers. The regular sized ones are kind of, you know, floopy. The smaller ones might be easier to handle for some things. Sooo….

!RED! Fun Size Floopy Flowers:

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Neon Harvest Fun Size Floopy Flowers:

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Both of these sets include one regular sized Floopy Flower, in case there is a regular sized Floopy Flower Emergency. When it comes to beads, there is always an emergency of some sort. It’s better to be prepared!

Yay! Thanks for checking in! I hope you like.

a few of my favorite things: fat cat tin, youth dew amber nude mini, incense, green tea kitkat, spoon rings, scarab amulet, urban decay moondust eyeshadow, poofball thing I found on the ground, chalcedony briolettes, bigass safety pin and dad's pocket knife.

a few of my favorite things: fat cat tin, youth dew amber nude mini, incense, green tea kitkat, spoon rings, scarab amulet, urban decay moondust eyeshadow, poofball thing I found on the ground, chalcedony briolettes, bigass safety pin and dad’s pocket knife.

Heavy times, bead ninjas. Us sensitive artsy-fartsies are given to bouts of angst and malaise and some of us don’t think twice about sharing. I’ve thought 20 or 30 times.

So I’ve been pretty quiet. I’ve been thinking more and saying less. Ultimately, it hasn’t really gotten me anywhere. I’m no smarter, no happier, no less in a hole than I was when I didn’t think as much. I really thought, right before I started thinking harder, that thinking harder would make my life better. Maybe I’m just not very good at it. And if you look at the broader scope – not too closely, mind you – not thinking is much easier. If you stick to sports and beer and nothing else you’re better off. (And while I’m at it, I should probably replace “thinking” with “feeling”, actually.) Why bother with standards? Why bother working harder, and putting any real effort into anything or anyone? Why care? They’ll think you’re a hoity-toity bourgeois for aiming for better. But I don’t mean better things – better cars, better vacations, better houses – but something more. More isn’t something you can see and hold in your hand. It’s a feeling. You can have a funky house and an old car and have that feeling at the same time. It’s like you’re Andrew McCarthy’s character appearing to be slumming it with Molly Ringwald’s character in Pretty In Pink, but it’s exactly all you need.

Yeah. Maybe. If you’re 3/4 crazy and you really don’t give a hoot what anyone else thinks. Right? Burning questions…

a bracelet I made recently

a bracelet I made recently

Thing is, easy is a tricky mistress. It can steer you down the wrong path, it can entirely take over your life. If it’s too easy, too shiny, you have everything you want and all the answers are effortlessly given, you can also figure you’re not totally in charge. You’ve probably been sucked into someone else’s whirlwind, and tomorrow you’ll be debris from yesterday’s parade. With great (personal) responsibility comes great power. Yes, I did mean to say it that way. I’ll let you think about that, and I’m going to think about that too.

some rings I made recently

some rings I made recently

This is something us atheist/agnostic types struggle with. We have it a bit rough because we have so few answers and more personal responsibility. Nobody is looking out for us and pulling the strings – we are ultimately in charge. Okay, sure, we might be more inclined to suspect we’re white rat equivalents in a Gene Roddenberry’esqe hologram experiment thingee because shit’s too weird for words. Or that maybe someone put something in the water. We have no way of knowing. Does it matter? How could it possibly? We are here and we have to deal with it somehow, every day, without clear answers.

We can stay home, escape into Netflix and Fragrantica. Giggle at fluffy fakebook memes and internet cats. Drink ourselves into numbness. We can stack whatever comforts us high enough to provide a barrier between us and the others. Have ourselves 5 minute freak-outs when we know we won’t be caught with our mascara running. No matter how well we hide, we can still feel the invisible strings that bind us to the rest of humanity. But witnessing the pain of others beats the hell out of feeling your own, does it not? I’ve gotten away with it for a long, long time. I’ve eliminated some of the stacks that have been obstructing my own and I can barely deal with what I uncovered. By becoming more open, more exposed, I’ve lost my barriers, my brave mask.

even downtown Oklahoma city isn't immune to gnome bombing. this makes me pretty glad.

even downtown oklahoma city isn’t immune to gnome bombing.

My job as an artist, if you can actually call me that, is to try, at the very least, to neutralize the negativity with a little bit of beauty and cheer. But I’m not doing my job right now. Lately all I’ve been able to manage is the bare minimum. I swore that I’d do better. But it’s been like trying to drive a car through spaghetti. It isn’t that I don’t have the brain power to come up with something new and good… it’s the hazardous spaghetti conditions within my relatively meaningless skull. I stay inside a little shelter in there and hope the spaghetti will let up so I can scrape a path out and get on with things, and maybe find a few extraordinary people who can help me, who I can help scrape their way out, too.

We’re all so big and yet so small. So powerful and so powerless all at once. If we let ourselves think about this too much, it’s maddening. Part of me understands the need to thump one’s chest and make a point, to have a cause, to exercise that power. My only cause has been survival, and finding a sliver of happiness here and there. The slivers were once larger expanses of time, which slowly dwindled to chunks, then to slivers, and now specks. I may not be a fighter, but I quietly, stubbornly stand firm. I know the bigger chunks are there. But am I ready for them? Am I too prejudiced against easy to accept real happiness that might simply be masquerading as easy?

newest acquisitions: late 1980's Poison, Must de Cartier and Cassini

newest acquisitions: late 1980’s Poison (sooo gooood!), Must de Cartier and Cassini

The part of me that wants everyone to just chill the hell out and be nice stands firm too. I’m a naïve Pollyanna, for sure… but one with a penchant for depth, repeatedly sticking my curious fingers into pastel marshmallow fluff that belies pitch black pools of who-knows-what. I only want to find the balance, whatever will pull me down out of the marshmallows or up out of the muck. You can’t even walk around without balance. I believe I have nearly driven myself crazy trying to find whatever will keep me sane and upright. Some people will say that’s just how life is if you bother to care at all. But be careful about caring – once you’ve cared, you can’t UNcare.

I haven’t written in months, so pardon my lengthiness while I publicly challenge myself. Alas, I feel as though I’m repeating myself (and have been for years) and going in circles. I’m obviously confused. I could have said nothing at all and accomplished the same thing. There’s only one place I know of where I don’t have to be confused, or feel, or speak, or worry. I’ll stay here and drive through the spaghetti with you.

This is what I can work up the courage to try and sell you:

tonight on etsy

tonight on etsy

Some new spins on old faves. FUN SIZE Floopy Flowers, and !BLING’ed! Glitterbombs. I’m dusting the cobwebs out of my Etsy shop tonight and putting these in there, and try to do what I feel is impossible right now: bring both you and me a sliver of happiness. It’s a small thing, but small is better than not at all.

I’ll be back later this evening with the announcement.

Thanks for reading.

Superstars Tonight!

Tonight’s the night! Here’s a gander at one of the selections that will be available this evening:

blue mood oblong fizz tabs... see us tonight at the sale. click on us to get right on over there!

blue mood oblong fizz tabs… see us tonight at the sale. click on us to get right on over there!

 

I’m a bit ahead of schedule for once, but I can’t help but feel I’m forgetting something… I’ve got my keys, my tea, the cats are fed, I didn’t leave anything in the washing machine last night… it must be that I didn’t go to my high school prom. Yeah. Me in a prom dress? Nope. But… maybe, if it could have been this dress:

polyester nightmare a'la Grandma Moran's closet

polyester nightmare a’la Grandma Moran’s closet

I wore this dress to school one day my senior year. With my biker jacket. ‘Twas the grandest thing ever. Mom rolled her eyes and grinned as I walked out the door. And you should have seen those cheerleaders’ faces. They were sooo jealy.

 

In case you’re at all curious, here is today’s playlist:

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Singapore Sling: Perversity, Desperation and Death
This smooth, dark, sometimes droning neo-psychedelia takes me back to the early 1990’s when I discovered that I had a preference for anything that fit into the “alternative” or “post modern” category… and when I discovered Daniel Ash (of Love & Rockets fame). I like to think of Sling’s sound as The Black Angels met Love and Rockets in a dark echoey basement and made some stuff. Henrik Björnsson’s vocals take smooth and deep to entirely new depths.

 

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Jack White: Blunderbuss
Well… Jack White. It’s good. ‘Nuff said. I’ve never been a huge fan, honestly, but I do respect him as a musician and I do like most of what he does. My favorite project of his is The Dead Weather… The Dead Weather’s got claws.

 

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Them Crooked Vultures: Them Crooked Vultures
This is truly, definitely my favorite album. Ever. That’s saying something because I like a lot of stuff. So what’s so great about the Vultures? Josh Homme (Queens of the Stone Age, et al), Dave Grohl (you don’t know who Dave Grohl is?) and John Paul Jones (Led Zeppelin). JPJ’s talent and influence really shines here. Bass players don’t often get much credit, even if they’re outstanding bass players, mainly because lead guitarists suck up all the attention. Jones’ work on this album is a gleaming display of what a great bassist can contribute, and undeniable proof that he played a huge part in making Led Zeppelin the powerhouse it is.

 

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They Might Be Giants: Lincoln
I bought this album in fifth or sixth grade. Accordions, triangles, nasal vocalists, sciency subject matter and interesting turns of phrase… music for nerds, no ifs ands or buts. Folks, I’m afraid I may have been a nerd. Surprised? My friends would come over and be like “what the heck are you listening to?” If you haven’t yet heard of They Might Be Giants, then I don’t know what to tell you. How about one of my favorite tracks from Lincoln, Snowball In Hell.

“…if it wasn’t for disappointment, I wouldn’t have any appointments…”

Back to the business of beads… this is tonight’s Superstars schedule:

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. 

If you’re unsure of where your time zone falls in this scenario, google it!

You should see 11 or 12 selections when the sale preview goes live.

Go here: http://www.z-beads.com/workingfolder/superstars.html

Thanks for hanging out for a while.. maybe I’ll see you at the sale tonight.

 

Page Of Wands: learning and traveling.

The tarot card I drew for myself today is Page Of Wands: learning and traveling.

This blog, I mean. And the internet. Maybe the computer too. I swear, every time I look at something on the internet I find a symbol where once there was a word. The World Wide Web Consortium is now catering to the lowest common denominator. And all those misplaced apostrophe’s! Tattoo’s! Donut’s! Cookie’s! Their not going anywhere, I’m afraid.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. What a colossal pain in the ass THAT has been. Eventually I’ll share. For now I’ll glaze it all over with fluffy selfies of me and my cats, like a normal person would. It’s nice to pretend sometimes. I know, I don’t have the correct selfie angle and I don’t do the duckface right. And it blows my mind that wordpress’ spell check didn’t put a red underline under “apostrophe’s” or the misplaced ones thereof, but it put a red underline under selfie and duckface. Weird.

Nelson thinks that selfies are narcissistic society's acknowledgement of its own disposability and lack of identity.

Nelson thinks that the selfie phenomenon is our narcissistic society’s acknowledgement of its own disposability and lack of identity. You can totally tell that by the look on his face.

 

Mo thinks she isn't served nearly enough of that vile pate the cat food factory has crowned Fancy Feast.

Mo thinks she isn’t served nearly enough of that vile pate the cat food factory has crowned Fancy Feast. And that I look funny in my work glasses.

So there’s my cats. I’m still missing my Fred. He is the only cat I’ve ever seen chase his own tail right in front of me. He did that purely for his own amusement and I’m pretty sure for ours, and usually in the most precarious spot. Like on the back of a dining room chair. Or in the bathtub. I was really missing him the other day when I realized he was the only cat I’ve ever had that didn’t insert himself dangerously underfoot or scream incessantly during food preparation in the kitchen. He used to caterpillar around on the kitchen floor, inch and squirm around on his back, and flip over for pets and skritches, and then caterpillar around some more. But only when it was convenient for everyone… especially Fred. He was a cat, above all else.


Anyway, my main purpose of slinking in here after all these weeks is to announce a Superstars sale this Thursday, June 30th, 8PM Central Time. Check out  my website, http://www.z-beads.com and click on the Superstars link for more info!

More to come this Thursday, and I will hopefully be able include a sneak peek at what’s coming up. Currently the dozens of beads I’ve made over the last month are sitting in a cottage cheese container full of water as I attempt to muster up the energy to clean all of them. I’m not having much luck with the cleaning thing, but the making thing, not too shabby.

Thanks for checking in!

 

Superstars TONIGHT!

Hey bead homies, tonight’s the night!

I think the internet might be taking a piddle in the midst of my sale. I’m not sure all my notifications are reaching everyone since about half of them aren’t being returned to my inbox like they usually are. Who knows, maybe it wouldn’t kill me to start using my gmail account. The main z-beads email has been around a long while and I’m not sure how reliable yahoo mail is anymore. I guess we’ll see, I’ll give it some time before I get too lathered up. It’s the internet after all, and we know what that’s like. If you feel like your requests or emails aren’t reaching me, feel free to message me through Etsy’s convo system. Here’s a link to my Etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/zbeads

Here’s a glimmer of what’s coming up:

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

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

The Superstars schedule:

7:30PM CENTRAL TIME: The new beads will appear on this 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. 

If you’re unsure of where your time zone falls in this scenario, google it!

See you tonight! You should see 12 selections when the sale preview goes live.

Go here: http://www.z-beads.com/workingfolder/superstars.html

Not scared, not scared, not scared…

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I turn these

into these

into these

with this contraption

with this contraption

So there you have it, folks: the proof that the rainbows didn’t come out of my ass.


And also… SUPERSTARS THIS THURSDAY! May 26th, 8PM Central Time, with a 30 minute sale preview at 7:30PM Central Time. Check out  my website, http://www.z-beads.com and click on the Superstars link for more info.

One more thing I couldn’t resist:

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Thanks for checking in… see you again Thursday.

I’ve said it before: I fell out of my momma’s ass butt-first and two weeks late, so it’s no far stretch that my mother’s day post would happen belatedly as well.

Here you go, sweet, kind, demure wallflower of a lady, have a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

photo courtesy of avasflowers.net

photo courtesy of avasflowers.net

For MY mother, on the other hand, here’s something more befitting:

Aleister Crowley

Aleister Crowley

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Here are just a few of my favorite Mom quotes:

“If you (insert dumb behavior here), your life would be sucky, f*cky and not worth two bucky.”

In response to an archaically sexist comment: “What corner of your 15th century ass did you pull that one out of?”

“I’m not bitter, I’m a smart ass.”

“Buttlickers.”

“The best way to ruin a perfectly good relationship is to get married.”

In response to a telemarketer/scammer telling her answering machine they’d be in her neighborhood: “Well, I’ll be sure to hang my bare ass out the window for you.”

While we were driving past a long-standing grimy convenience store, our exchange went something like this:
mom: How does a place like that stay open for so many years?
me: It’s probably a front for Uncle Whoever’s whatevers.
mom: …or Uncle Whatever’s whoevers.

Happy Mothers Day, Mom! I couldn’t have hand-picked a better mother.

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Fred

We had to let our sweet Fred go yesterday.

Fred

Fred

Everyone who met Fred loved him. Fred was the calmest, sweetest cat. Unless someone else was getting HIS skritchins, and then he’d walk away in a huff and shake his leg as he did so. And if you stopped skritching him? Nope, he wouldn’t have any of that either, and would lightly bite the skritchin hand. He had the sweetest meow. He loved to be hugged and held, sometimes he’d visit me in the bead room and if the litter box was clean or if he had eaten recently, I’d know he just wanted me to pick him up and hold him. He made eye contact and listened when we spoke to him, and he’d get a Wise Old Lion look about him when he was really paying attention. He got the I Love You Face when he was really happy to get snuggly. He truly loved us, it was obvious. He was very patient with children and visiting cats, and he never put the whoop-ass on little kittens who came to live with us. He would often leave a few bites of food behind in his bowl for the other cats. I never heard him hiss until The Great Enema/Tooth Pull of 2007… after that he hissed at every offense. When Gelly (spawn’s cat) stayed with us for a while, Mo kicked Gelly’s ass and drew blood regularly, but Fred tolerated him just fine and let him chase him around. Fred would act all annoyed and hiss at Gelly, but would often walk back over to Gelly and run away from him, hoping Gelly would chase him again.

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Fred was always so polite about food – he would wait patiently until it was time to eat, and would ask nicely, even if he had been waiting way too long for someone to get up and feed him. He never shrieked at us (like Mo) or tried to trip us on the way to be fed (like Nelson and Sugar). His favorite people foods were French fries, raisins and yogurt, and he was still stealing pink cupcakes as recently as last summer, even with his fading eyesight. I lost count of how many times Fred totally slapped Mo upside the head for screaming incessantly when it was obvious they were about to be fed in mere seconds. Even after he had gone blind his aim was still spot on.

sweet baby fred - all ears, eyes, nose and whiskers

sweet baby fred – all ears, eyes, nose and whiskers

Fred was the first cat that was truly mine – the first cat I found on my own and took home and knew I could keep. We found him at some funky dude’s house and very nearly took his sister instead, but she had allegedly been claimed so we took Fred. (We suspect a friend of a friend ended up with his sister and she fared just as well in life as Fred did.) This cat-napping wasn’t planned, so his first night was spent without a litter box. The moment we found one in the garage in the morning, he got right into it and took a long, yellow leak – even without cat litter in it. What a good boy, holding it all night! And never once in his entire life, even when he was sick or injured, did he ever do his business anywhere but the litter box. Thanks Fred!

When we first got him, we thought Fred was a girl. I think it was because he was younger than we thought he was, and his little danglers hadn’t dropped yet. So when we took (her) to the vet to get spayed they shaved (her) belly and thankfully someone figured out this cat was a boy just in time. He ended up being a slightly larger than average cat and perhaps that’s another reason we thought he was a month or two older than he actually was.

Me and Fred, 1999 - check out his mistakenly shaved belly!

Me and Fred, 1999 – check out his mistakenly shaved belly!

His eyesight was entirely gone by late last fall, and he developed pneumonia due to inactivity. I’m one of those people who doesn’t believe in gambling at the vet’s office. I think that this cat had a better life with us than he would have if he had been left to his own devices – he got plenty of love and food on the regular, he was kept indoors, he was neutered immediately, and he received medical attention when he absolutely needed it. Like the time he ate all sorts of random crap and couldn’t use the toilet as a result. And that other time when his fang got an abscess and had to be pulled. You know, stuff like that.

Fred and Mo, 2001

Fred and Mo, 2001

But when a cat is 17 years old, can’t see, probably has arthritis, has bad teeth and can’t exercise, well… to keep a sick, ancient animal alive just because a veterinarian has the tools to do so, doesn’t mean you should. I don’t think it’s right to repeatedly restrain an animal and stick it with needles or poke pills down its throat several times a day in the vain hope of undoing what time naturally does. It’s the worst way to make sure you don’t feel guilty for not doing EVERYTHING YOU COULD. I’ve decided that some areas of veterinary medicine are more for the pet owners than the pets.  We did the everything-we-could thing with our Shoogs, mainly because we couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her and we didn’t even know how old she was, so down the rabbit hole we went. And believe me, it’s no better than simply allowing a beloved friend to fade away and being kind enough to end their suffering before it becomes excruciating for everyone. You don’t have your friend anymore, either way. So to let them live their last days in peace and not go broke in the process seems to make the most sense.

fred

And that’s what we had to do yesterday. I knew early that morning as I was preparing for bed that it could be the day. Fred seemed restless, and Mo and Nelson seemed concerned about Fred, which was telling. He wouldn’t go lay down on the futon or in the bed, and that was highly unusual for Fred these days. But that afternoon at about 3pm, I heard Fred coughing and sneezing and gagging in the bed with me and somehow I knew before I even opened my eyes that when I did, what I would see wouldn’t be good. I won’t describe to you what I saw, I’ll just say it was very clear that I needed to gather my wits and take action. Nelson, of all cats, got up into my lap as I was having my tea – he could tell I was sad. Luckily it didn’t take too long to get into the clinic and get Fred taken care of. Poor Fred, sweet to the very end. Never cranky, never bitey or scratchy, just sweet little Fred. I’ll miss his mittens-and-bib, his head butts, his penchant for eating inedible yellow things and just hanging out listening to music. Whenever my husband would play the guitar, Fred would come into the room and sit next to him. I’ll sure miss my very best boy.

nelson loves fred

nelson loves fred

Love your fuzzy buddies. Even if they steal your bread, eat your shoelaces and lick every surface in your kitchen. It’s what they do. It’s better to laugh about it and enjoy every minute you have with them.

Thanks for reading.

Skglarg Part 3.

Here I am.

alligator

It took weeks to find someone who would actually fix my electricity, and the third one was the charm. You never know what you’ll get when you call service people to your house. You guys should have seen this one alpha dude who strutted in after assessing the situation outside. He thought he was really clever – he was gonna get the little woman scared straight by informing me that wouldn’t let his kids spend the night here. Heh. Wrong lady to play the kid card with. I just rolled my eyes at him and thought to myself “wow, it isn’t just because it’s obviously freaking weird here?” and a little bit of “If you let your kids spend the night here I’d eat them well done with lots of ketchup and hang the dirty dishes on the wall to commemorate the event.” (Sorry, but scare tactics deeply offend me.) He said he took a picture of the “situation” for his “hall of fame” and instructed his helper to put an advertisement sticker on the indoor panel because we’d surely be calling them back. He actually said that. Then they charged $50 for the trouble. It’s almost enough to make me want to go to electrician school so I can go to peoples’ houses and be nice to them and find a real solution instead of trying to frighten them out of thousands of dollars.

these are about the right color... were inspired by an upper respiratory virus about 6 years ago

art imitates life… just about the right color.

Then, I kid you not, literally the day after weeks of not being able to work, I caught the Epic Wads of Snot virus everyone has been passing around. Just when I was starting to feel left out. I’ve used the neti pot about three times a day for the last week, and the amount of acid green goop it beckoned every time was astounding. I’ve never seen anything like it, I cannot fathom how all of that was fitting into my little sinuses. I wondered when it would start coming out of my ears. Not just that, I was hacking so hard every 10 minutes I thought my lungs would come out of one of my ends, with my fuzzy hair going in all directions and my roots exposed due to the lack of my timely hair appointment that I had to cancel…  No, this hasn’t been good at all. But I finally have clear(er) breathing passages and a lot less green stuff in my life.

complete with a little square of toilet paper barely sizeable enough to hold the colossal green wad

complete with a little square of toilet paper barely sizeable enough to hold the colossal green wad

 

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So while I was waiting for the electricity to be fixed I left the computer off for the most part. I have lots of email to catch up on, and I will do that this week. I made the wire-wrapped chains for these bullets (both of which are ALL MINE, hooray!), I got rid of loads of stuff, found lots of good things I had forgotten I had, caught up with friends, cleaned some stuff, fixed mom’s toilet, knotted some pearls and basically took a vacation from my life. Forced vacation sucks. I like to work. I thought I was going to go insane. Staying busy isn’t the same as working. I believe that doing something productive for pay is something a bit different than doing something productive for fun or necessity. It’s probably just a symptom of the American condition I’ve been afflicted with – but as with all things, balance is good. I try to be productive no matter what, although my productivity commitments generally end up tipping the scales toward the for-pay end of things. Can’t complain.

bullets

bullets4

bullets3

I just needed something green and purple, you know? You may notice that the silver on the bullets/spikes is a bit shinier than usual. I thought I’d try a more traditional finish on these. I did the Tripoli and rouge combo, liver of sulphured them, then went over everything with these little foamy Eurotool polishing pads. They’re more aggressive than a cloth – a sheen happens in the direction you move the pad. I like it. It isn’t quite as shiny as going over it again with a rouge buff.

Oh, and for those of you with orders for bon-bons… I’m on it! Another day or two of diligent work will yield finished results and photos/invoices in your inboxes. Then bead orders are up next… if you have an order for lampwork, you’ll be hearing from me very soon. I’m so sorry for this long delay!

proof of their existence

proof of their existence

I’ve never made so many bon-bons all at once before. To avoid total overwhelmed’ness I had to get real organized about it. I needed to make sure the correct bezel stayed with each bon-bon, and I only worked on 4 at a time. It worked!

Anyway, thanks for checking in. You’ll be hearing from me again soonish!

Etsy!!!

Hey bead freaks! Etsy was very impromptu tonight. Sorry for the absence of the usual pre-listing warning, but that’s not how my time is running today. I’ve got two new exceptionally fabulous Shimmer Spike trios for you, and two things that didn’t go at the last Superstars sale, which are equally as fabulous, especially the Party Lights Spike. What’s wrong with you guys? Don’t make me keep it for myself… I’ve already made myself two spikes, I don’t need any more.

Go HERE for my entire shop, or click the thumbnails below for each listing.

Electric Watermelon Shimmer Spikes:

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April Showers Shimmer Spikes:

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Party Lights Sterling & Glass Spike:

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Polka Dotty Goodness:

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And if you’re one of those peeps who has an order in for bon-bons or glitterbombs or other sterling what-have-yous, I’m on it! I made a vague promise of completion sometime this month, but it’s looking like it’s going to be closer to the end of sometime this month before it’s all done. This is why I don’t take pre-payment… sometimes these things take longer than expected, and people get antsy when someone has both their money and ADD (Artsy Dingbat Disorder).  Broken electricity and exploded closets are stomping all over my best laid plans. I can do things like wield fire and drive a stick shift, but monkeying around with electricity is something I leave to the professionals. I can’t run my precious Foredom at reduced power, woe is me. I’ll keep you all posted.

Hope you find something you like… if you miss out on anything you liked tonight, hit me up for a made to order! I’ll be back at the glass sometime next month.

Catch you guys next time, maybe I’ll feel more chatty then. Toodles!