I don't twitter. I have a facebook, but I rarely check it. I also have a flickr account that I am not sure how to access. I am so technologically unsavvy, I don't even know the word for it. This is my attempt to figure about how to blog. So far, so good. I do feel slightly ridiculous writing to no one, but this will be my online journal about my beading hobby (habit, addiction, etc).
I started beading about 5 years ago. It was right after I got married and a girlfriend had given me a wedding scrapbook. I had never scrapbooked, but I thought why not? I hopped in my Neon and drove to the craft store to buy supplies to make my scrapbook. Passing the scrapbooking aisle, I saw beads and was intrigued. But I bought my supplies and went home. Fast forward 4-10 trips to the craft store, and I was still stopping in the bead aisle. One day I went in and just decided to buy. I remember my purchases - a bag of mixed wood beads, a bag of mixed blue plastic beads, a beading board, and some beading elastic. The cashier said to me as I checked out, "someone looks like they are going to have fun." She had no idea.
I went home and searched online, I found out how to make an earring with a headpin, string a crimp bead on beading wire, and made about 15 bracelets. I was hooked. I kept going back to the craft store and bought more and more beads. Soon I had a plastic shoebox container purchased at the dollar store that was filled with little containers of beads. I sat on my couch and made bracelets with my little container.
Five years later, I am still beading. I love making jewelry, I love buying beads. I would rather buy beads than shoes. I would rather buy beads then clothes. I have a whole room that is filled with boxes of beads and books (but that is another obsession for another time). I sit in bed at night and read beading magazines. There is a moment of excitement that I get after I make something really great that I have never felt anywhere else. If you get that feeling you know what I mean. I have never been an artist, my drawing abilities stopped somewhere around the age of six. I never thought I would do something creative, but this gives me a huge sense of fulfillment.
This blog will document my trial and error of jewelry design, I hope you like it and you will stay awhile.