Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I used to make a lot of hand crafted jewelry, but no so much any more. I was up in the attic last night, digging through my left over beads & supplies when a flood of memories came back to me.
I could look at almost every single bead and remember where I bought it. Did I buy it at a bead show? While I was on vacation? Ebay? Each bead carried with it the memory of why I chose it, and in some cases what I had wanted to do with it but never did.
I think I started stringing up beaded necklaces around the end of 1999, and I stopped somewhere around the time my dog Beaner passed, late in 2005. I can remember bringing a tray of beads down to the living room to sit and work with while in was in his convalescent phase. Once he was gone, it just no longer held my interest. I instead turned to drumming, drawing & writing. Such is life.
Throughout this journey, I would string up pretty beads into "one of a kind designs."
I then moved on to working with a little bit of wire wrapping.
Cold connected metal work came next, with me sawing out pieces of copper, brass and silver - hammering them, smoothing them and turning them into small geometric pendants.
But then something had moved me back to wire. I wanted to wrap it, coil it and weave it. This was the last phase of my hobby. I'd take big stone beads like you see in the first picture at the top, or tumbled stones like the Kyanite wand above, and I'd wrap them in various ways. I had felt that after so many years, I was finally on the path of creating a style I could call my own but then...
I just stopped.
Every now and again I'll go upstairs and pick through my beads, or wrap up a stone that a friend gave me, but that's about it.
Honestly? Last night I missed it just a little - but I know it will always be there if I decide to pick it up again.
Nothing good has to be over until you decide it is.