[Convex]

I'm learning to go with the flow of design. This necklace changed several times during 'construction'. The rings were too big, the weave too loose, the chain too big. Instead of giving up, as is my wont in other areas, I persisted. Then, as often happens with me, this flashed in my mind. I found and bought the oval beads. They arrived lickety-split. Suddenly, I'd made a necklace.

This matches the Convex earrings. It's industrial, the jumprings in the double spiral weave are stainless steel, but sophisticated, too, methinks. And it's asymmetric which is a huge favorite of mine.

I got an answer to a long answered question yesterday. Again, by chance, in a sort of tumbled-together way. It's beautiful. And, perhaps foolishly, it gives me hope.

Post Picture: Me, with the help of Photoshop Elements, modeling the Convex necklace.

Twitter in Plain English

Because I'm just no good at explaining things sometimes.

Lineas

Because I haveTwitter on the brain, only short random tweet-esque lines. Hopefully, regular blogging will resume momentarily.

In the opening paragraph I was going to type 'random short tweet-esque...' but it didn't read right to me. Any clue why?

What's with the buffalo in my dreams? Do recurring animals means something?

I'm tired of trying hard for nothing.

Attempting to set goals for the day, failing miserably. Even when I only put a few things on the list. Than I feel bad because I can see the tasks I'm avoiding instead of them just being nebulous and in my mind.

Firmly believe 'ness' can be added to just about any word.

What is it that makes for awkward pauses, pauses, and laughter when parents or like-aged people use slang? Don't they get that some things they just shouldn't say?

Why does he ignore me? Why?

It's crazy how many beads and things I've bought in the last month. Geez! Need to start using them. (refer to post picture, I hope to upload it to Flickr soon with notes.)

Cranford is incredibly sad. It needs to overplay for humor because the somber/serious parts are near morbid. Stop with the death already!

I love brownie sundaes.

If talking about a problem gets you upset and not talking about it makes you want to talk about it...what is your REAL problem?

Hi-Lo

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Originally uploaded by lpdesigns

I'm so complex...and that's as far as I'm going with that.

I got my jumprings, the stainless ones I've been jonesin' for for a loooong time. (when you're unemployed for a long time, wants get sacrificed for the sake of needs) I'm slowly making progress with it. I'm not sure I'll list it because I'm not sure how well I like it. Someone needs to tell newbie chainmaille-ers that at the beginning the chain will look like crap but that doesn't mean you've messed up. Just keep going. We shall see.

I returned one strand of 12mm aventurine and bought another. Still not exactly the same color but way closer than the other ones I bought. Much happier...I almost skipped out of the store.

Have another new idea. Not exactly sure how to make it, but it'll come to me. Always does. Just hope I can do it justice. So new things will be coming soon.

Post Picture: Rolls I made, completely from scratch with the help of our bread machine. They're gone, now. Rolls don't last long in my house. So nummy!

Ages

I feel again, like I'm standing at some strange crossroads of life. Found another old classmate on Facebook. While this 'find' doesn't throw me into the chaos the previous one did, it does give me pause. We're not kids anymore.

I keep meeting new people as leave behind one place and go to another. It's amazing how I've never left the state yet I rarely run into people I once knew after I've left that 'circle'.

But I can't help but wonder what happened to the people I've known, the kids I went to school with, back when I went to school. (was homeschooled from 5th grade on) In that time, with the advent of Facebook and email and other social media sites it's easier to stay in touch. But about 4/5 crucial years were missed with me and them. When email was too new and Facebook didn't exist. So what do I do?

I'm more curious than anything. What have they been up to? More than me no doubt. How they've grown up without me just like I've grown up without them. Something particularly entrancing about childhood friends. I seem to have lost all of mine. It makes me sad.