BEJEWELED

“No pressure, no diamonds.”

Last year, which seems almost a year ago, I promised myself that I’d get rid of half my possessions by the end of the year.  Unfortunately, or fortunately, I actually verbalized this self-made promise to people around me.  How’s it going, you ask?

It began with a bang and I winnowed my clothes closet down to things I wear or things I absolutely love.  About 75% of my clothes went out the door.  As I pay attention to what I really wear I know that more has to go.

Right now I’m being haunted by a few random closets and an art studio.  They are the victims of thoughts that began, “Wouldn’t it be nice if I …”  This statement led to purchasing supplies for projects.  Many of these projects were fun for a while.  Thank goodness the taxidermy bug never bite!

Yesterday I was out in my art studio going through the supples from my earring making phase.  I was going to put together some beads to make a necklace for my upcoming dress-like-a-gypsy phase.  Everyone needs a goal.  Suddenly, I realized that I didn’t want to make a necklace or any other beaded item.

I also remembered that my neighbor is into jewelry making.  Before rationalization could set in I called my neighbor and asked her if she wanted my baubles, bangles, and bright shiny beads.  Within an hour all my jewelry making supplies were gone.

I still own a half dozen pairs of earrings along with some necklaces, which are on my headless mermaid.  It’s a handy place to keep necklaces.

mermaid

The mermaid is a result of an old dress form that someone was throwing out.  Instead, they gave it to me as a gift and a challenge.  The dress form sat in the dining room for a couple of years, sometimes clothed, until I realized that she was actually a mermaid. At that point it was simply a matter of festooning her with mermaid like skin and clothing.  Actually, she’s a mermaid bride.

Yes, she’s staying.  She lives in my office, listens when I talk, and doesn’t lose her head when things seem to go wrong.  Too late for that!

Loveya – The Grandma

 

 

 

 

 

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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