Posts filed under 'glass'
No. 16 Bowl of Cherries

Alright, so these have nothing to do with cherries, and yes they are very similar to this lonely one. But, hey I made them so they count toward the 99 pairs, right. Also the bottom bits are a little different from the red one. Can you tell which one was wrapped with pliers and for which one I used my fingers? In a commercial description I would say something to the effect of “slight imperfections give this jewelry their unique charm and are entirely intended by the craftswoman. . .”
3 comments May 27, 2008
No. 12 Reflections
I’m on a green kick right now, don’t know why, but for some reason that is the first color I reach for these days. I guess it’s my new black. This pair features green glass beads with little millefioris finishing them off. So now you know what my spatula and my ladle look like. Kitchen implements are great for these shots I think. Hm, you think I should polish my stainless?
1 comment May 2, 2008
No. 10 One is the loneliest number. . .

For a brief moment in time and space there were two of us, but now after 72 hours I am alone. Why didn’t she secure us with some earring stoppers. Now I have to hang on this oversized martini glass surveying peoplekind without a mate. Great sadness.
As you can tell I’m in a wiry mood. I guess it makes sense. Once you learn how to string a bead you want to graduate to the lofty heights of wire work. It’s April and here is Number 10. Only 89 to go. Yikes!
3 comments April 16, 2008
No. 8 Insomnia

1 comment March 15, 2008
No. 7 More Blue Drops

Here is a variation on the blue glass drops. I like the little twirl at the end of a wrap. I noticed it on a bracelet I saw in Manhattan and all of the sudden I see it everywhere.
Isn’t it odd how until something is of interest to you, you don’t really notice it? For example, it wasn’t until I was pregnant that I suddenly noticed all these pregnant women and strollers. The angel has been on my bathroom wall for a while. I took it down to dust it for the “photo shoot” and discovered that it was a Fontanini angel from 1967, which of course didn’t mean anything to me until I googled it. My grandmother gave it to me a while ago and I’m sure she knows all about these things without the almighty Google engine.
5 comments February 27, 2008
No. 5 Industrial Spring

2 comments February 14, 2008



