This is a sort of new earring design. It's based on the Convex. It's a fairly versatile shape. I finished this one this afternoon. I'm not completely satisfied with it. A little tweaking. I'll save the sterling from in and make it over.
I can't decide if I want to add beads to it. I think with it being black and white it'll be more wardrobe friendly. I could use black or white beads. Or grey/silver. I don't have any that color. I'd have to go to the bead store. Which isn't all bad. :P
I think a lot. I think myself in circles. I think myself in and out of things. Usually into headaches, physically, and out of being daring. I think all the time. A recent event had ratcheted (spl?) it up even more. I'm scaring myself because I'm thinking about that while thinking about something else at the same time. I think all the time. It's tiring. And not all profitable. I don't want to make mistakes so I try to think of everything that could go wrong. That's impossible of course. It doesn't stop me from thinking.
Then random thoughts will eek in. Like what is the purpose of finger hair? Couldn't we have evolved that out? (Microevolution is totally plausible.) If you have an answer leave a comment.
11.07.2007
11.06.2007
Featured pt 2
Eep, I'm on the front page. I don't know for how long. They change the items a lot. But I haven't been on the front page in eons. I'm so very happy. Thanks gemma!
While watching the end of Chuck, Heroes and Journeyman, I sanded the rest of the 40 magnet blanks I cut. I enough for 50 magnets now. I just need to purchase the magnet part, the metal little disc...you know.
I'm still thinking about a certain someone way too much. I surprise myself. I'm so complicated.
While watching the end of Chuck, Heroes and Journeyman, I sanded the rest of the 40 magnet blanks I cut. I enough for 50 magnets now. I just need to purchase the magnet part, the metal little disc...you know.
I'm still thinking about a certain someone way too much. I surprise myself. I'm so complicated.
11.05.2007
Listless and Listed
Pronunciation: \ˈlist-ləs\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English listles, from 2list
Date: 15th century
: characterized by lack of interest, energy, or spirit (a listless melancholy attitude)
This is sort of how I feel with spurts of crazy, stay-up all night energy. Uh, why?
I listed that. It's the final Westie that can be made with the rainbow plaid lining. It was an old shirt of my mom's. I think I got 5 wristlets made from it. I have one more to (re)list. Don't worry, I have and am looking for more shirts/fabric for lining. I have oodles of corduroy. I just like using shirts. I won't stop making them.
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English listles, from 2list
Date: 15th century
: characterized by lack of interest, energy, or spirit (a listless melancholy attitude)
This is sort of how I feel with spurts of crazy, stay-up all night energy. Uh, why?
I listed that. It's the final Westie that can be made with the rainbow plaid lining. It was an old shirt of my mom's. I think I got 5 wristlets made from it. I have one more to (re)list. Don't worry, I have and am looking for more shirts/fabric for lining. I have oodles of corduroy. I just like using shirts. I won't stop making them.
11.03.2007
Dabbler
I macrame a little, sew a little, write a little, read a lot. I'm a dabbler. I am. I think I should focus, but I know I never could. Not fully. I enjoy too many things too much.
Lately, it's been hard to blog. I just can't think of anything interesting to say. My vocabulary is too limited to really say how I feel. Odd, I guess. I'm caught in some mind/heart game. It's tiring and painful at times. I wish I understood me better than I do. This would be so much easier then. It would also be easier if there was someone I could talk to about all this. But there isn't. I don't let anyone get that close.
Post Picture: This was a weed in my backyard. I cropped it and changed the color. We have no albino plants in our yard. :P
Lately, it's been hard to blog. I just can't think of anything interesting to say. My vocabulary is too limited to really say how I feel. Odd, I guess. I'm caught in some mind/heart game. It's tiring and painful at times. I wish I understood me better than I do. This would be so much easier then. It would also be easier if there was someone I could talk to about all this. But there isn't. I don't let anyone get that close.
Post Picture: This was a weed in my backyard. I cropped it and changed the color. We have no albino plants in our yard. :P
11.02.2007
Blurble 11.02
Ha, I just realized that today's date 1102 is the number for the store where I used to work. Not the phone number, but the little code number that distinguish it from the 2999 other stores in the country. I'm still so glad I'm not working there anymore.
Today I will:
Photograph new wristlet(s)
Restring at least one of the two necklaces I have to repair
Finish an ACEO
Topstich other wristlet straps
Persuade Dad to puh-lease trim the wood for the magnets. (I generally cut the myself, but these two pieces need to be trimmed with the big saw first. *treasures her fingers*)
Work on my room.
Drink something hot, it's freezing here
That's all I can think of at the moment. I'll have to talk to my mom, too. Discuss functions in math. Don't get 'em. First step is to get off the computer, which I'll do after this post. :P
Post Picture: A rental car we had for a week while our back-up car, which is now our only car, was in the shop. It was a sweet little ride. Little. After our van, it was a smidge cramped.
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