It’s often a colour combination from nature that has me reaching for my beads. I had a blissful morning twisting wire and laying out some beads for my next project. I’m really excited about this colour combination, inspired by a tiny clump of flowers I spotted during a walk to the post office yesterday.
The lyre shape was created using a wire jig, as it helps me to keep it nice and symmetrical.
I made sure to
make a looped element at the base, so I can add a wire wrapped drop. Should be
very striking when it’s done.
It’s been a bit of a blessing to have something watery
themed on the go recently. It’s been very hot and dry, so beading my Water Sprite necklace has been
slow, dreamy and oh so pleasurable. As I stitched I recalled many images from childhood fishing trips in a little rowing
boat with my father. I see us sitting like Mole and Ratty, with me in a pair of tartan trousers that Mum thought practical garb for a six year old on a boating trip. I hated those trousers! Memories bob up to the surface and find their way into the
beadwork. I remember the little swirls and eddies the oars made as they
sploshed into the water, like mini whirlpools. So I made two little swirls from blue wire to go at the bottom of the pendant section. I attached them with teeny
gunmetal coloured pearls.
Sometimes Dad would catch a fish – roach, bream, or perch,
with beautiful silvery bronze scales. Before we rowed home they would be gently
put back in the water. I searched through my drawers of seed beads until I
found some gilt lined smoke coloured ones which are just the right colour and
finish. I made the shell drops in my fringe overlap like fish scales. Now I
need to think about the strap section.
Punnet. Isn’t that a lovely word. I’m not talking about a
nasty, plastic supermarket container here. Oh no, I mean a lovely old fashioned
wooden chip punnet. I remember helping my granny to pick raspberries for Sunday
tea. I loved the way the punnet had been stained from previous fruity forays
along the raspberry canes. We ate as we picked, to the background hum of bees
and the contented clucking of her hens.
This morning I went on my own foray – into my thread and
bead boxes – to choose colours and textures that remind me of berry picking. I
want to include a visual reference to the stained wooden punnet, so I have
drilled and dyed my wooden beads and then varnished them.
I will take my Japanese marudai braiding loom out into the
garden to weave this happy summer memory into something tangible and pretty. The background hum of bees will be a common strand between past and present.
Maybe it's the hot weather we've been enjoying, or perhaps it's that I've been busy with colourful seed beads, but I felt drawn to the little box in my workroom where I keep my black beads. It's not a colour scheme I use often, but it just felt right somehow. I cut a length of sterling silver wire, grabbed my pliers, took a deep breath and just went for it, hoping that the 'beading gods' would guide my fingers. I tucked the last end of wire neatly in and - would you believe it there was nothing to trim - the wire I'd cut was exactly the right length to the very millimeter, for the wrap. Beading is like that sometimes (but all too rarely!)
Mr J came in, looked at me and said 'You look serene'. Now that's not a phrase he has ever used about me before so I'm thinking this little pendant must have something. He thought it looked very chic and stylish, so I was doubly pleased.