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Back in the Swing of Things

My energy levels are creeping back up, and it’s a good thing too, with everyone in the family except myself, infectious and bacteria ridden. This makes me the obligatory midnight nose wiper, cuddle giver, sibling separator and medicine dispenser.  Long may I fend off their disgusting affliction.

Happily, my beading is back on track, with a new Rick-Rack from Contemporary Geometric Beadwork. This one isn’t going to be a bangle, however; I have an entirely different plan. I’m keeping mum on it until I know for sure that it’s going to work. I’m enjoying the simplicity of working in a gradient of colours instead of following a pattern.


I’m also very slowly working on a tutorial for my new Burlesque bangles.  I’m not getting a lot of uninterrupted computer time at the moment, so it’s taking a while. If I’m completely honest, I kind of keep forgetting that I’m working on it. I’ll get there eventually. I haven’t managed to get photos of the bangles that do them justice. They look kind of messy in still images, but in real life, they’re beautiful and sparkly. Swarovski crystals can only truly be appreciated in motion.

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Naps and Nuttiness

One of the benefits of being an anxious person, is motivation. It’s easy to get the housework done when you’re stressed. I have a crazy internal voice that says, “I have to get all the washing done before Husband gets home or he’ll think I do nothing all day, and he’ll secretly resent me forever.” and “If all the beds aren’t made first thing in the morning I might forget to make them and that would be a disaster for reasons unknown“. It also means I get lots of beading done because, “If I don’t bead this idea right now, I might forget about it and it will be gone for good.”

Being insane definitely has it’s pluses. Unfortunately it also means that you’re perpetually frazzled, and no matter how much housework and beading you’ve done, it’s never enough and you still feel like a failure. When it all gets too much, intervention is necessary. Luckily I’m blessed with a fair bit of self-awareness on this front, and know when it’s time to ask for medical help, which is what I did 7 weeks ago.

Ahh, sweet relief! This is a much more relaxed pace. I’m not sweating the small stuff and it’s great. The draw back, of course is that I’m tired. I have a pile of unfolded washing in my living room and no inclination to fold it. I’m only able to bead for short periods of time before my eyelids start drooping and I lose concentration. I am making jewellery and tutorials, but only very slowly. My doctor tells me that this will pass soon, so please bear with me, I just need to stretch out in the sun and have a wee nap first.


Healing Jewellery


Recently, I had an enquiry from a mother asking if I could make a necklace for her son using healing gemstones. While I do occasionally use gemstones, both in my jewellery and in my personal life, they’re not a subject I can claim expertise on. I am, however, interested in the subject and felt honoured to be asked. Now I’m not sure just how useful gemstones are in regards to their metaphysical properties, perhaps they resonate with the body and soul acting as a catalyst for healing, perhaps they function entire because of a placebo effect. However they work, it is clear that many people find them to be very effective and as long as they’r e not being used in lieu of medical care, they certainly can’t hurt. 2013-12-14 19.52.37

After doing some very thorough research I found out which stones were the most appropriate for the issues that my client wanted to address and set about finding a source for the beads and planning a design.  I do feel that a certain amount of intuition comes in to play when selecting stones, I found myself rejecting stones that matched my criteria for no reason other than they didn’t ‘feel right’ for the purpose. I’m very pleased with the end result, and I hope my client and her son will be too.

In the beginning

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Bead weaving is not something I set out to learn I just kind of hazarded upon it. I am restless by nature and I’m not happy unless I’m accomplishing something. For me the sense of satisfaction only comes from creating.

As a child it was play-doh crocodiles, then drawing, painting, crochet, friendship bracelets made out of embroidery thread. I was always looking for something to make. Nothing satisfied me for long. Enter my teenage years, despite being bitter and angry at the world, my need to create expressed itself in other ways. Tie-dyed sarongs hung from my ceiling creating my own personal cave and sanctuary, images of Pan and Kali, peeking out between the twist and turns. Music began to have huge importance in my life.

Later, escaping into my 20’s, I began to find myself again. I knew I needed something, but wasn’t sure what. I studied Biology and Physics, and while I enjoyed it immensely, other things were calling me. I picked up my crochet hooks, my knitting needles, paint brushes, pencils, pastels – I even learned to hand-quilt. I had a young baby and a dozen projects in progress.

Severe carpel-tunnel syndrome in both hands suddenly took hold. It became crippling very quickly and I learned how to change a wriggling baby’s nappy mostly using my feet and forearms. Insurance meant that I didn’t have to wait long for surgery, but it still left me in creative limbo for a frustrating year as recovery was slow. I reached the point that I couldn’t knit anymore, so I put away my half finished jumper. I picked it up again when I recovered and knitted the sleeves. When those were done I tipped everything out of the bag to search for a needle to sew them on, only to discover that I had knitted three sleeves. I guess I was a little over eager, but out pet rats enjoyed their new bed.

That’s when I started making jewellery. I’m still not sure how it came about that I ended up with necklace wire and beads – most likely it was something that my mother bought on a whim and gave to me in a bag of clothes and children’s books. I remember buying some cheap stretch cord and experimenting with thread paths. I didn’t know it then, but I had begun something that would take me on a journey. I had ventured in to the world of peyote stitch and right angle weave. That was three years ago and I haven’t looked back. My yarns and paints sit in their draws, neglected, with the promise of ‘one day’.