A shedload of yarn

This time next week, we’ll have been cosily ensconced in our holiday cottage in Purbeck, Dorset, for two whole days. Our long-awaited break is almost upon us – and not a moment too soon! On Friday, having made the third and final of three enormous work-related deadlines, I went for a walk to release some adrenaline. After ten minutes, my body reacted – suddenly and decidedly – to the relief and it was all I could do to convince one foot to follow the other until I got back home. ‘The fatigue is come upon me’, cried the Lady of Crouch End – or, at least, she would have done, had she had sufficient strength for more than a whimper.
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Bead and gone

How – do tell! – can the five weeks of my beaded jewellery making course at City Lit possibly have passed so swiftly? Perhaps the old maxim ‘time flies when you’re having fun’ really holds some water. Perhaps five weeks just isn’t very long. But whatever lies at the bottom of it, Friday saw me at the fifth and last session of what was a very enjoyable course. I can’t quite believe there isn’t a class next week! Continue reading

Beads, button holes and belly buttons

This week, readers, I am wondering whether my holiday – long overdue and now pretty desperately awaited – will ever actually arrive. It will, of course (at least, I do hope it will!), but this is one of those weeks where each day seems hell-bent on producing – with quite some skill, I might add – a new and hitherto mercifully unappreciated form of mental torture. And the migraine is just the icing on the cake.

Those of you who read my last post (thanking you kindly!), may recall my vigorously announced intention – after a not-so-successful Week 3 of my beaded jewellery making course at City Lit – of rising phoenix-like from the ashes of beading despair. And did I triumph?  Continue reading

Beadlum!

Unfathomable and hideous to contemplate as it undoubtedly is (brace yourselves), it is – it would appear – possible to have a beading ‘off day’. I know. Shocking, isn’t it?

But that’s exactly what I experienced last Friday, when I attended the third session of my beaded jewellery making course at City Lit. It was particularly frustrating as I’d been looking forward with such anticipation and delight to learning more about wire wrapping. Then, thud! Down I went. Continue reading

An early corner

You’d be forgiven for thinking – what with all this recent talk of mine about beads and jewellery courses – that I’d either finished, abandoned or completely forgotten about my big fussball table Decopatch project.

The first of these possibilities would undoubtedly have been a triumph, and an astounding one at that, what with everything that seems to have been going on these last weeks; the second an inexcusable defeat in the face of not an awful lot, let’s face it, of adversity; and the third… well, if the third possibility were true we’d be looking at a tragedy of undeniably epic proportions. Think Homer – the Greek, not the Simpson*. Continue reading

A busyness of bracelets

OK, OK, so ‘busyness’ is really the collective noun for ferrets (according to my Oxford Dictionary of Weird and Wonderful Words), but I’ve borrowed it because it’s an apt description of some of my recent beading activity.

Not so long ago, I was in a high street clothes store and my eye was caught by a long necklace which appeared to be composed primarily of a chain of linked jump rings, each jump ring with a couple of beads threaded onto it. The result was simple but effective. I could make that, I thought.  Continue reading