Puppies cry, apparently.

Jiorji commented, "When there's no proper fanci blogging, puppies cry.  PUPPIES. CRY!!!"

In other words, no pressure, right?

 It's comments like these that keep me holed up like a mental patient without any kind of a life. 

Well, that and the fact that getting out of the house takes effort. Ok, it's comments like that that make me feel frantic to list new things instead of taking my time. (Above, stillpintworks polymer pin and etsybud Claudia's utee and fusible film iridescent beads.)

Or something. I've been working on the purple cat turds and havent even begun to consider incorporating my FrenchSentiments haul. So chill. 

Those big rocks? I got them here as destash for a whopping ten bucks.

You can see in the original photo from the listing the top and bottom connections were very messy. Even messier in person, but I knew I could use them for something. I just cut off the parts I didn't like and fiddled around til I'd made my own simpler connections with much less wire.

Ta-da! And the smaller rock I incorporated into the first necklace. Now, lets admit this looks pretty good and stop calling it a cat turd. All the indigo beads were colored with alcohol ink and then matte sprayed.

I can't for the life of me get a decent picture of this:

 I'm thinking it's for patroness because really, all that bauxilite is hers, as well as the cast African tubes... both of which are also so expensive no one else will be able to afford it. She will be given the it-was-your-stuff-to-begin-with discount. Plus it's wonky and she'll be able to handle that. Plus it's huge and crazy.

 These beach pottery shards were also from her. I spent quite a while just drilling a million holes, then soldered together some wire links.

That amazing chain in the back is also hers, so she better want it! Since there's no focal, it'll be good for layering too.

A piece for sub-patroness, or Patroness 2: The Revenge.

Actually the length on the beadalon/ rat tail/ whatever you call it wire are all from the recent bead haul. The big pale blue glass floral circle thing, I turned into a button with that pearly pin I stick through it. Clever me! I mounted the fan on tin, I leafed the antler horn, I added 2 big tongue pierce barbells to the 2 big holes in the antler that I think were an attempt to turn it into a huge toggle button. But they both needed filling, so yeah. And I kept the barbells from just floating around loose in there with some bone heishi. They still all need a drop of superglue where they screw on.

And I broke the white circle thing as I was trying to connect it. Didn't even blink. Just kept right on going with that little chip. I chuckled to myself thinking of some of you maybe freaking out over that- it is old and really lovely, faceted in a way you can't really see here, and not mine in any case. But I just got another big jump ring and continued along.

And now for some awful pix of bangle stacks. These did include some destash from the haul. But I can't take pictures of these! It's like I'm fighting them or something. Damn it. Plus it's a dark, rainy day and I'm all grumpy. Fuck pictures. Fuck them so hard.

 
 Anyways, here's a pales stack.

And here's a big and bulky, bolder pale stack. 

So now I have zero desire to write up listings or anything. And I still didn't get pictures of all these bluegreens:

About three stacks worth so there's a whole other rigamarole. And trying to capture the special bits in all of them is such a severe ass pain. Not unlike what I imagine it would feel like if I just shoved the entire camera into my ass. And probably equally pleasing results, aesthetics-wise. Oy vey. How many delicate blog readers have I just scared away for good?