Working with wood brings joy.
Working with beads brings joy.
Combining the two activities really brings joy.
While many things come off my lathe, the tiniest of things so far are beads. With all the scraps of wood after I have cut my blanks to prepare Native American style flutes, vases, and soon more bowls, I have plenty of beautiful, small pieces waiting to become gorgeous cabochons and wood beads.
I have just learned about turning cabochons and beaded my first cabochon and found it fun, relaxing and inspiring.
Admittedly, I had a fascination with seed beads in grade 6. There were a group of us who had a small stash of seed beads we carefully treasured. One recess, Jane Smith brought a porcupine quill in her special bead box. As our group of girls huddled closely in a circle around Jane, she held up the porcupine quill and whispered that her mother told her this was a needle from the past. We were silent and in awe.
A lot has happened with beads — particularly seed beads — since grade six. Delicas were invented (and far from my awareness) when I was busy earning tenure as a teacher. The variety of color and finishes available through technical advancements are equally stunning. Back in grade six, there was no such thing as size 15, uniformity, silver-lined, or the aurora borealis finish. If there were, you can bet one of the girls would have shared that at recess.
My grade six stash of seed beads dwindled and disappeared over the years. Recently when the bead store nearby had a sale of bright and shiny objects I bought a vial of seed beads for their intriguing, shiny aurora borealis finish. I would make wraps for my Native American style flutes and set to work enhancing an old wire loom.
Then, this past Christmas — You need to know I’d been turning wood vases (well, actually they’re called weed pots which hold dried weeds, but say “weed pot” in the wrong place and you get some real looks) and my attempts at growing and curing lavender (not easy in humid Florida) to fill the vases failed. I’d been wondering what I would put in my vases. Then, 3 weeks before Christmas I was muted and unmoving with a bout of persistent strep throat. It was then, I learned to make French beaded flowers and made enough poinsettias in vases as gifts to satiate my need to make French beaded poinsettias for at least another year.
This blog is an adventure with wood beads, wood cabochons, seed beads and French beaded flowers. Enjoy. Leave me a note on how you got into wood beads or seed beads or French beaded flowers. I’ll look forward to meeting you!