Not completely idle…
And even though “lolli-gag” mode feels like unproductive time spending to me because I’m spending more time playing with stuff than doing anything in the way of serious work, I’ve not been doing “nut’n”.
Aside to my daughter, the writer and English major -> I could hear you groan at that last sentence 2500 miles away – chill, girl!
I have played a little with wire and even coerced DH to heat up his torch! Top photo is a blue flying saucer bead that looks like it will grow up to be a ring to me ;o)
The next bead is so bright and cheerful I must make a ring to help me think “spring”! But, that’s for the next time I dig out the wire.
This time I just whipped up some cute little earrings for my DD (you know, the one who is forever correcting my grammar ;o) because I had these adorable silver charms in my box and thought she needed some just for FUN. She also is a huge Terry Pratchett fan and loved the whole “the Turtle Moves” thing. I only had one turtle so she also got a frog – she’ll adjust.
And because life is not all silliness, she got some simple wire and glass bead earrings in black and red for a more dramatic mood. Appropriate for a Playwright.
Deb H













January 23rd, 2010 at 11:40 pm
Actually I’ve gotten more compliments on my ‘drama queen’ earrings than i can possibly count, and their jaws just drop when i tell them my mum made them.
January 23rd, 2010 at 11:45 pm
LOVE love love the drama queen earrings. Serious energy. I know she will love them, too.
LynnH
January 25th, 2010 at 2:49 pm
Thanks Lynn!
January 25th, 2010 at 2:50 pm
Such a good daughter! ;o)
January 26th, 2010 at 4:00 pm
Love these earrings. They remind me of the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland for some reason. Almost makes me wish I had pierced ears.
January 26th, 2010 at 8:47 pm
Linda K – I’m sure we can find a needle and some ice! ;o)
February 2nd, 2010 at 9:02 am
Had them done once – by a professional using surgical steel. Guess who’s allergic to surgical steel. Massive infection and drugs. I Should have remembered after the C-section fiasco – which included a massive infection, drains, and drugs. Now I really try to remember – NO MORE SURGICAL STEEL (ala Joan Crawford)