14 Tuesday Oct 2014
Posted in flowers, gardening, nature, photography, water
06 Monday May 2013
It’s been mostly overcast and rainy for at least two weeks now.
A Rainy day in May.
I’m discovering that the weather greatly affects my pain level, ever since having my spine fused. Despite the pain, I shall redeem this time.
Rain in May, drip drip drip, fall the crystal drops …
Today when the sun peeked out briefly, I stood outside even while the rain was still falling, so desperate to feel sun on my face.
Even the trees are becoming mossy from all the dampness this spring.
Then the clouds moved in again and I tucked back in the darkness of my work space. But places don’t have to stay colorless and uncheered. I got out the beads.
Seed beads, mostly size 11, including Aiko and Delicas, fill a bin with color.
Pearl, crystal and glass beads.
They glistened and captured every speck of light. I didn’t want any light to get away.
Beads in a small condiment dish.
I made petals and leaves and flower centers.
Gold and bronze bead flower centers await petals and assembly.
I use children’s teacups and dishes to hold flower components while I work. Here a child’s teacup holds stamens.
A small child’s teacup holds white stamens.
I made a cardboard insert in a bin to hold my bead bottles upside down so I can see the color of the contents better.
These vintage flower centers belonged to my grandmother. I’m looking forward to using them. Thank you so much, dear sister Donna for sending them!
I will use these vintage flower beads in French Beaded flowers and jewelry.
Even though it is dark and rainy outside and there are no flowers blooming in the window, I have flowers blossoming on the table.
French Beaded flowers
French Beaded flowers in a shoebox await stems and leaves.
French Beaded flowers
26 Tuesday Feb 2013
Posted in All Sparkled Up, flowers, Inspirational, nature, sparkling
Their edges are a bit crispy and tattered and the Valentine Roses can no longer hold up their heads.
I’m not about to part with a bouquet if it has even a speck of life in it.
I placed the musty bouquet on the table outside thinking perhaps a little sunshine might brighten them for a last hurrah.
But there was no sun. Instead, the sky darkened and the rain came down in streaks.
Past their prime, these Valentine roses droop their velvety heads.
Once vibrant red and perky, the Valentine Roses age gracefully in their queenly red velvet capes and dripping with jewels.
