About a month ago, I decided to make beaded jewelry for the ladies in my life for Christmas. I took a class at Bead Atelier on N. Shepherd and learned to make these really cool hand-stitched bangle bracelets. I made, I think, 20. They took two or three hours each.
Once the holiday was over and (most of) the bracelets were passed out, my hands wanted to keep working. There’s a specific satisfaction that comes from making things by hand – a satisfaction that I don’t get from the physical activity of writing. I think because writing is mostly mental. The creativity happens in my head. When beading, the artistry is slowly exposed as each bead is added.
So I decided to keep beading. This may not seem weird to you, but it is. Because I am not a “crafty” person. In just the past 24 hours, I’ve made a completely different kind of bracelet, two necklaces and four rings (all from patterns found online). I’m not sure if I’m just going to pelt my friends/family with beaded jewelry or if I’ll actually try to sell some of this stuff. At this point, it’s all about the creation.
I had to find something to do to take up the time I used to spend drinking wine.