I find myself gravitating towards activities that will keep my body moving. Jewelry, yes, that will hold my attention. Pulling staples out of a wall is endlessly fascinating, please, Dad, let me do the entire room, I’m here, I might as well. Mopping the kitchen floor never seemed so appealing.
Dare I say I need a vacation from lampworking. Or at least from worrying about it.
So I’m officially on vacation.
And this is how I’m going to trick myself into making beads. This is how I inspire myself to do things I don’t want to do for whatever reason. I tell myself and everyone I know, haughtily and defiantly, that I will most certainly NOT do that, whatever “that” may be, and nobody can make me. Because when I say it out loud it sounds so much more ridiculous than it did in my head and I hear for myself how silly I am.
I completely rearranged the bead cave over this last week or so, and the space got rearranged in such a way that will better lend it to jewelry making. I had no choice but to work on jewelry last night because of some severe lightning storms that moved through – I don’t even bother turning the kiln on during that. With the new arrangement, it was much easier to move around and find things. I’m hoping to have something new to show you in the way of jewelry very soon. I’ve been practicing wire-wrapping and I think that finally, FINALLY, wire and I may have found a way to co-exist.
And what else happened? Oh, we found out Nelson has a strange fear of things that move very slowly toward him, but it seems to be one thing in particular. We discovered this by accident the other night – Mom and I were standing in the kitchen by the sink. We keep a little rag rug right there to soak up the splashing and I was standing on it and leaning against the counter, which caused the rug to slide ever so slightly. Nelson was nearby and I noticed him staring at it, eyes bigger than the saucers we had just washed, and the closer it inched toward him, the further he backed away, never taking his eyes off of it.
I decided to see how far we could take this, and we ended up all the way in the living room. Nelson went in reverse the entire time, he never took his eyes off the rug and never turned his back. He didn’t try to hide from it, so we figured it wasn’t too frightening to him and we found it highly entertaining. We put the rug back in the kitchen but poor Nelson was still spooked without the rug. In fact, we became concerned when he was still very spooked after three hours – he was startling at every small movement and appeared to be hallucinating. He calmed down after a while, but that poor cat! I wonder what that’s about. He’s generally very keen at making connections between us and things that happen – he understands that we are making his toys do what they do and he’s very good at transitioning between play and affection. So to us, it would stand to reason that he’d be able to see that WE are making the rug move. But he just can’t make this connection, no matter how we’ve tried to get him to see it. He’s just a character I guess, and we’ll try our best not to scare the pee out of him.
And there are these beads. I’m going to list them on Etsy within next couple of hours.
z-beads, april 18th 2013 – look for us on etsy in a bit
I was feeling pretty blasé about them until I took their photos. Now I’m pretty excited about them. Stay tuned if you like them, I’ll return shortly.
Thanks for visiting…
Read Full Post »