That's the sound of my exhaustion. I'm so whipped from finishing /photographing /editing /listing these all day I can't think of anything interesting to say...
Let Go My Soul.
My sister came to visit this weekend with husband, dog, 5 year old and 2 year old. So that should tell you something about my weekend.

As usual as I list these 1/2 of me thinks they rock and the other 1/2 thinks they suck and no one's gonna buy them. Last few days have been a bit slow in the ol' shop.
Not that it should matter but I feel like any second now my dad's gonna burst into my house and demand I go back to dayjob. Which he can't and that shouldn't even be an issue and we all have slow days and one must sacrifice to do what one loves, and you can't rush it and I know I'm never gonna be rich from this. So why am I letting my Dad's subconscious stress vibes get to me? Hu?

It's like I'm all preemptively anxious and defensive. So dumb. Am I just looking for something to be stressed about?

Also, if I am ever to get somewhat more well-known and therefore, you know, make a potentially more robust living or whatever, I will need to stop and write something or get published somewhere. And that takes an investment of time. It's not instant gratification. So, father in my subconscious, you're going to have to chill and be patient...
Sorrow Bones.
Goddamn you father in my subconscious, you're always ragging on me!
Blood Beggars.
My hands and forearms are flippin' sore as hell from all this work and even from all the convo typing. I'm way too tense. And that's considering I didn't have my afternoon java.

I have never in my life needed to get myself to relax before! I came pre-relaxed. I only ever needed energizing. What do you do? Chamomile tea? Bubble bath? In my disgusting tub?
A Crown of Sorrows.
Anywho- check it. Almost all of these have gemstone strands and a cord of wire-wrapped rags. They have little chains draping and tangling about here and there. And they all have some glorious ceramic elements from either
Gaea or
ChelleV2- a new-to-me gal I'm so glad I invested in. Glorious! Damn I like these art beads! And you just plop 'em in and you got art. I mean, they're beautiful and interesting already, you don't need to, say, oxidize sand, paint, carve them and just one or 2 makes a big impact.

I guess with these the idea is less necklace, more impact. I had this image of minimalist chokers. And then I made them and this all happened. As I dangled and chained and wrapped the minimal escaped me. Doesn't it always? But it's still less necklace in regards to length.
Apanthropinization.
I feel like the photographs were rushed and pretty sucky... I could re-take some tomorrow. Sigh.

OK, I would kill for a scoop of vanilla ice cream on a hot brownie right now.
Musketeer.
Oh, check out the ring. I was amazed I could make it work. It looks like a little hand is holding him!

Believe it or not, I have another necklace I didn't even get to. This making stuff in batches just got out of control this time.
And check out the wider blog layout. So's I can put in the bigass pictures without them getting cut off. Can y'all see it OK in your monitors or is it too wide?
Also, hi new people commenting!
In the Light of the Moon (Weren't you 'Cat' just a minute ago?)
Jackie (I
think you're new)
amth13 (with the mysterious avatar)
Gabri (bienvenida- pense que eras mi prima Gabi en Uruguay!)
La Fileuse (for some reason your name isn't blue...)
And all my regular homegirls- I love you guys! You keep me going. You and the coffee.