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New wrap bracelet

New wrap bracelet

This one’s a micro-macrame, just square knots. I just changed the design a little for the second round. I got the beads on sale at Hobby Lobby, and I just love the color variations. This is a very happy bracelet!

Catching dreams

So I’ve decided to work on a dreamcatcher for the remodel we’re doing on Child #2’s bedroom.  I couldn’t find a large ring I liked, so instead I bought some cheap bangles and will bind three of them together.  With something.

I wrapped two of the bangles with suede lace last night. I was afraid it might look cheap, but I’m pretty happy with the results so far.  I also researched the dream-catcher legends, and it turns out that they originated with the Ojibway (we know them as the Chippewa in Michigan, which is where #2 is spending a month with my folks) and spread to other tribes .  The beads in the web represent good dreams that have been caught and are waiting for the dreamer. The hole in the center is for the good dreams to come through.  One large bead stands for the spider, who protects sleeping children. And the feathers are to remind us of the need for “good air” when we are sleeping.

This goes well with an article I read recently from Beading Daily about making beading spiritual. Many Native American beaders add a “spirit bead” to their work, a wrongly-colored or otherwise out-of-place bead to remind them that we are imperfect beings, and must have humility regarding the works of our hands.  It’s also an homage to the Great Spirit.  I really liked what the article said, and it was very timely, as I started work on the dream-catcher triad the same day I read this.

So back to #2. A dream-catcher made in the Chippewa style to hang over her bed will go very nicely with the Navajo dream-catcher necklace she has from her auntie on the Arizona side of the family.  Will post pictures as things come together!

Yes, it’s possible. Tortuously possible.

I went to Hobby Lobby today so Child #1 could get some ink. I thought, I won’t look at beads. But there I was, looking at ink. Ink doesn’t do anything. It’s not shiny or gleaming or colorful as it is on the shelf. It just sits there in its squat little bottles waiting for someone with the sort of vision #1 has for such things.

I do not have this vision. I thought, I’ll just look at the beads. The husband had the bank card, and my account is pretty much played out, given all the bill-paying and gas buying I indulge in every month.  But there was a sale.

A SALE.

Not just any sale, mind. A whole damn aisle of beads and charms and findings for 50% off. 50%!  So I had to get some, right?  I squinted at my phone to check the balance on my card. $11.48.  I carefully chose some nice bronze-y wire in two different sizes, and some beads, wooden and glass. And some more wooden ones, cause you can’t have too many.

I came in at $10.47.  I should have gotten that one string of red…

My FIRST wrap bracelet

Did this one with some yarn I had on hand and hemp micro-macrame cord. These beads had nice big holes so I wasn’t limited to narrow finicky cord. Turned out with a nice sort of Bohemian uniformity. Love the colors, too!

So a couple of co-workers and I are sitting and talking with a student graduated from our program in May, who I shall call L.  L and Mrs. T are talking about another former student, who had a habit of adding -ation to words to create new ones. The word in question: Awesome-ation.

So Mrs. L asks L how to say ‘awesome’ in Arabic. He explains that there’s no direct translation, but that the informal version is “fella.” (I make no claims of proper spelling or transliteration).  We’re all laughing about R’s funny habit–until L decides to make a new word of his own using the same technique.

FELLATION.

Wrap Bracelet in leather and wire

My latest creation. I made this with leather cord and silver beading wire (it was what I had on hand that would go through the beads twice!), small stone beads and those blue glass ones. They were on sale at Hancock’s.

I’ve never really been tempted to blog. I mean, it seems so self-serving. Look at me! I’m blogging!  But since my mom dragged me to Pinterest AND got me addicted to making stuff with beads and wire and string and other things, it occurs to me that I’d like to share MY creations, too.

I also teach some pretty amazing students.  I teach in an immersive English program with students from all over the world, including China, Turkey, Saudi Arabia, Indonesia, Viet Nam, South Korea, and more all the time.  Sometimes I have stories. I will name no names, nor will I indulge anyone who wants to make prejudicial or racist comments about anything I say about my students. I will delete any comments that are narrow-minded and ignorant, or display any threats of violence or unwarranted hatred. One thing I have learned is that no matter where a person comes from, what religion they have or what system of government, our life goals tend to be the same: we want to be happy, healthy, wealthy, and wise.  My students are not their countries, not their governments, not the actions of fringe radicals.  They are people. I am people. You are people. That’s all we need to know.

So here it is. A blog about beads and language. Language and beads. Fun, right? RIGHT?!