October 10, 2008
beading my fingerprints off
For some reason the beads on this one remind me of the multi-colored candy canes they would hand out at school, and I had to resist the urge to nom on them. Nom, nom… (No, stop it, they are BEADS not CANDY!)
A friend told me she liked browns, reds, blues, purples, and blacks. I took that as a challenge, and while the bead pallette looked a little confused I think they’ve found a visually pleasing symbiosis.
I just love these beads, love them love them love them. I want to tuck them into my pillow and sleep on them. I want to thread them through my hair. I want to wrap them around my neck and wear them all day long… oh, wait, that’s the point of them. Cool. 
I would never have bought these beads. But an angel sent them to me (as well as many others in this post) and I owe that angel a very deep debt of gratitude, because I instantly fell in love. Of course wearing a necklace like this reminds one of teeth, and then one thinks of the power one must feel one has to walk around with teeth on ones chest, and one must conquer the urge to act like a ball-busting dominatrix- so only wear teethy jewelry in appropriate situations.
Apologies for the massively long dry spell. Money has been tight, and crafting is always one of the first things to get pinched. But, thanks to the afforementioned angel, you will be subjected to much beadery now. YAY!
