Evolution of a Design

You'll have to pardon the long gap between posts. Tom and I woke up on Thursday with a little bit of a sore throat, and by Friday morning, we were both sick as dogs. Coughing, sneezing, runny nose... But while Tom and Colden got better pretty fast, I just kept getting worse until yesterday, when I finally decided it was time to go see the doctor. Ugh. Good thing I did, because she gave me an antibiotic, an inhaler, and some Mucinex to help me get rid of all the crud in my chest and my nose.

But anyway, on Sunday, Tom insisted on all of us going out to the grocery store, just to get out of the house for a bit, and also because we were out of Kleenex and chocolate. When we got back home, I continued working on a batch of components that I had started a few days earlier.

This was the first incarnation. I wanted to do something with the gunmetal gumdrop beads I got from York Beads. My first idea for a color palette was to use some matte grey metallics from The Hole Bead Shop, along with some buttery-yellow lined seed beads and some white or cream.

I liked the shape of the component, as well as the grey and butter-colored seed beads, but I needed to figure out how to make the points work out evenly, and the cream was just too bright.

Next variation: I substituted the cream for bronze, and increased the number of beads around the gumdrop in the initial round so that I had an even number of points around the component.

When I posted the original component on Facebook, someone suggested that I used bicones somewhere in the design. Sure, I like bicones, but I wanted something round to pick up the roundness of the gumdrop.

Ah-ha! My favorite glass bead workhorse: the druk. These glass beads are so often overlooked when it comes to the design process, and I'm thinking I seriously need to flesh out my collection of 3mm druks the next time I make it down to New York City for a bead shopping trip.

And, sure, they might LOOK complicated, but once I got the pattern down, these little puppies worked up FAST! Each one takes me about thirty minutes to complete, so at that rate, it wasn't long before I had a dozen of them sitting on my bead board. They looked up at me and said, "Okay, now, what?"

Well, I can't go much further right now, anyway, since I'm waiting for more of the matte grey seed beads that I used in the base.

So, what to do while I wait? Well, I four more colors of gumdrops, and two colors of druks... Once I get caught up on my emails and newsletters and blogs, I'll probably sit down and start up a different colorway so that I can answer that question:

Now, what?

Don't Laugh

So, on the anxiety front, I started seeing a new therapist last night. I like this woman so far (I mean, we've only had one session), and it felt good to finally be able to talk to someone about everything that's going on.

When we started talking about my mother and her eating disorders and her own mental health issues, I found myself laughing whenever I described an event or episode to the therapist. Finally, she told me, "Okay, what you're telling me about your mother is really not funny. And I need you to make a conscious effort not to laugh when you talk about this. You do realize that what you're describing is actually very sad and very sick, don't you?"

And of course, I did. But I think for the last 30 years, my coping mechanism has been to try to laugh about it, because really, if I didn't laugh about it, what was I going to do? Completely lose my shit? Scream and yell? (There was enough screaming and yelling around my house, and I certainly didn't want to add to it.)

I told her about the time that my father called me and asked me to drive to Montreal (a couple of hours by car) to look for some Naya bottled water, because that was the only brand my mother would drink, cook with, brush her teeth with, etc. What else could I do? I called my friend and asked her to go with me across the border (this was back before you needed a passport, a microchip, and a blood sample for your firstborn to get into Canada from New York) to look for some bottled water in Montreal.

I had no idea where I was going, truthfully. I had only been to Montreal twice before, and both of those times, had been driven by someone else. So there we were, meandering along the roads, looking for little towns that might have grocery stores with bottled water so that I wouldn't have to drive all the way to Montreal.

We stopped at one small rural market and found that they did, indeed, have about 17 liters of Naya bottled water. I bought 'em all. The woman at the checkout looked at me strangely as I paid for them, but didn't say anything to me. Either she didn't speak English, or she was just being polite.

We turned around and headed back to New York, while I tried to figure out in my mind how much it was going to cost to overnight seventeen liters of bottled water to Texas. It started to storm, too, and I was trying to pay attention to where I was going on unfamiliar roads.

When we got back to the border crossing, the guard on duty asked us the usual questions: Name, place of birth, etc. Then he asked me how long we had been in Canada and what the purpose of our trip was. I replied, "About forty-five minutes. We were looking for bottled water." And I motioned to the bags of bottled water on the backseat of the car.

The border guard looked in the backseat, and without missing a beat, he handed me my license back and said, "Hope you enjoyed your trip. Have a good day."

But I really wonder what he was thinking. Like, what kind of a lunatic drives into Canada from New York to buy bottled water? If I had been him, I probably would have made me pull over and searched my ass. (Well, not literally, but you know what I mean.)

And when you live a life that's full of stuff like this, what are your choices? You can laugh about it and try to keep your shit together, or you can go off the deep end and scream and cry. I chose to laugh about it.

Now, however, I'm starting to think it might have been healthier to scream and cry. I mean, really - really. Were we all just as guilty of my mother's death at age 63 from multiple organ failure because we humored her strange, bizarre, and destructive requests year after year? Had my father left with my sister and I when we were teenagers, would my mother have died early, as he feared, or would she have come to the realization that she needed to get help?

Part of me feels like while there's no sense in torturing myself with questions like this now, I need to get them out there. Bringing them up is going to be the only way I finally deal with them.

So, while last night wasn't exactly easy, I feel like it was a small step in the right direction. After 30 years of laughing about this shit, maybe it's time I let myself cry about it for once. Right?

Meanwhile, I've got plenty to keep me busy. There's wood to stack, chickens to feed, blogs to write, beading to be done, and dinner to plan. (If I don't use that Swiss chard in the fridge tonight, it'll just go bad, I'm afraid.)

So, onward and upward...

Skirts

Once upon a time, I loved to wear skirts. When I was in the fourth grade, my great aunt made me a beautiful, deep-blue skirt for a school play that  wore pretty much every day for months after the play. When I was working as a pharmacy technician in college, I wore skirts to work almost every day: flowered skirts, long skirts, pencil skirts, plaid skirts...

But living up here in the Adirondacks, wearing skirts in the winter is tough. When there's snow (which there should be through most of the winter), you really can't wear a skirt and be comfortable, even with wool tights or leggings. (At least, I can't.) Skirts just aren't practical when I'm slogging out to the chicken coop or taking Colden to preschool.

I get jealous when I see pictures of my sister wearing skirts down in Texas all winter long. Skirts up here are reserved for just a few brief months, usually between May and September, when we can go to the farmer's market and even go for a little walk in the woods in our sandals and skirts.

There's just something about being able to throw on a skirt with a t-shirt that makes me feel...well, free. Winter time up here requires layers - many layers - in order for me to maintain a comfortable body temperature. And that's even when the wood stove has the house at 72 degrees.

Sure, I could crank the heat up to 80 degrees and put on a skirt for the afternoon, but it's just not the same.

For now, I'll just have to hunker down in my thermal underwear and my fleece sweatpants and just watch the snow fall through the living room window...

Tutorial

Writing the tutorial for Helena, and just taking the photos has a knot in my stomach. It's been a while since I wrote such a detailed tutorial, and I'm hoping that it pays off.

I chose a matte emerald color for the Twins, mixed with some of those creamy druks and the metallic gold Duracoats from The Hole Bead Shop.

So far, there are over 70 photographs to edit for the necklace alone. The bracelet tutorial should be easier, with less photos, and will be included free of charge with the purchase of the necklace tutorial.

There will also be a couple of options for embellishing the bottom of the necklace, one of which has me thinking of another collar design, this time with vines and tendrils made from Twins...

I'm completely enamored of these two-holed seed beads. Saving my pennies so that I can buy some more Twins and SuperDuos and druks at some point soon... The design possibilities with these beads are just fabulous, and endless!

BOOM!

It's true: lately, I feel as if the design ideas don't come as easy as they used to. But sometimes...sometimes, I can just let go and let the beads do what they want. And this is what they wanted to do yesterday:

 The three circular peyote components went together easier than I had expected, and I filled in the space in the middle with a little cluster of Czech glass pearls.

I had originally planned to to do a thicker neck strap, but I ran out of Twins. (Bummer.) But I discovered that the thick part of the neck strap makes a KILLER bracelet. (Photos and tutorial to follow.)

When I finished it, I was nearly dizzy with delight. This is just one of those designs that makes me think, yeah, girl, you still got it...

Trying to get a decent photograph of it at 4:30 in the afternoon was probably not a good idea. The light wasn't right, and I wasn't happy with any of the shots. But I figured this was good enough to share it with the world.

As I was taking the pictures, I thought about what I was going to name this piece. For some reason, the name "Helena" popped into my head, and when I looked it up, I was reminded that the name Helena is a Greek name, meaning "light" or "bright one".

Now I have to go back and make a second version, photograph the steps, and play with the embellishments. So many people asked for the tutorial, I think I just HAVE to do it!

Could this be what happens when I focus on my meditation and my breath and my yoga so intensely for a couple of days? To be continued...

Observe

A few weeks ago, I was talking to a yoga teacher friend of mine about how dizzy I got during a couple of yoga classes. I mentioned to her that when I stopped to observe myself during the poses, I noticed that I was breathing quite deeply, but that those breaths felt forced, not natural at all.

She recommended that instead of focusing so much on my breath that I just observe my breath. She told me to just step back and let my body do what it wanted to do naturally, and not to make myself inhale and exhale on command.

So, I did. At my last two yoga classes, and during some of my home practice, I let go of everything that I had been doing in the past and just allowed my body to breathe on its own.

The first thing that I noticed was that I was *still* inhaling and exhaling during certain movements. I tried to withdraw a bit and reminded myself not to force the breath, but just to gently observe.

What I discovered while quietly observing was that there are certain movements that I make during poses where I can't help but inhale or exhale. The body wants to do those things naturally when making these movements, apparently, or at least, my body wants to do those inhales and exhales naturally. All I need to do is pay attention and be mindful of my movements, and my body will do what it needs/wants to do naturally.

It made me think a little bit more about how yoga is like beading. It's an active, mindful meditation that requires you let go of everything in order to get the most out of it. For me, yoga gets me in touch with who I really am. Just like with beading, in order to design great art, you need to know who you are and not be afraid to express yourself.

Which leads me to my next venture... At yoga class the other night, as the instructor and I were talking, she told me that she and her husband own a place called The Hostel in Keene Valley. It's nestled right in the heart of the High Peaks here in the Adirondack mountains, and it's going to make the perfect venue for the first Adirondack Spirit Bead Retreat.

We're still working on the details like dates, but right now, we're planning on a small, intimate retreat (no more than 15 attendees) who want to come together to explore some gentle yoga and easy meditation techniques to see how these activities can impact their creativity. My sweet friend Beki is going to bring Whimbeads to us here in New York (because we gotta have seed beads at a bead retreat, right?), and I'm looking into two possible caterers to serve us fresh, local, organic, healthy meals.

So, if you're interested in learning more about how the mind-body connection can improve your creativity and improve your life, stay tuned for more details!

Now What?

I love this scene from the end of Finding Nemo:

Take a minute and watch the full video. It's worth a laugh, I promise you.

Very often during my design process, I start to feel like those fish in the bags. I start to play with the beads, things are humming along smoothly, and then I just...stop. I have a very pretty little snippet of beadwork or a component or something, but it sits there on my table, looking up at me, and asking, "Now what?"

You see, I've got these two very pretty little motifs that I made using some Twins and SuperDuos. (Ever since I got that ginormous box of Twins from Preciosa, I've been in two-holed-seed-bead-heaven.) So many possibilities! The stitches! The accents! The dimensions!

The gold and pearl piece on the left was born out of the piece on the right, which was born out of my initial experiments with the Twins using flat circular peyote stitch. I started the piece on the right with the intention of it being flat, but since I used SuperDuos instead of Twins, the spacing was just a tiny bit different, which gave it some dimension. And what do I do with a piece that wants to be three-dimensional?

I give it even more dimension by topping it with a spike bead.

(I do have to give a great big shout-out thank you to my friend Perry down at York Beads in New York City - he sent me the lovely cream colored druks that I used in the pointy piece.)

So, what was the point of all of this? (Pardon the pun.) Oh, right...I've finished the pretty little motif, and now what?

Obviously, I've got to chain them together somehow so that they can be worn, either as a necklace or a bracelet. But for some reason, the thought of designing a flat chain with the Twins and SuperDuos is just, well, scary.

This is where I'll probably back off for a little while and let the creative juices in my head do their thing. Or maybe I'll just sit down with the beads at lunch and a short piece of thread and see what the beads themselves want to do.

And after I get these all figured out and photographed and get instructions written down, maybe a new eBook? (After I get the bezel eBook finished in all my spare time, right?)

I Am

Image courtesy of Free Digital Photos.net

I woke up early again this morning, after seven hours of good sleep. Colden was still fast asleep, and Tom had already risen and started chicken chores and clearing the driveway of last night's snowfall.

Before I started breakfast, I rolled out the yoga mat and sat in quiet meditation for a few minutes in front of the wood stove. Just following my breath, setting my intentions for the day. I let my monkey mind run around for a few minutes before I quieted it and let myself go deeper.

Did a few gentle stretches to get the blood flowing, and I hadn't realized how stiff I was. My back creaked and my knees popped as I got into the dynamic poses.

To end, I sat in meditation again for a few minutes. Once again, I brought my intentions for the day come to the front of my mind. I thought, "I am happy. I am healthy. I am productive. I am creative."

I thought a lot about the "I am happy" part. I thought about all the things that I feel like I *have* to do during the day - things like doing the dishes, the laundry, making the beds, cooking dinner. Some days, I just get no joy out of those things - I mean, really, does anybody really look forward to doing housework and chores?

Then I started to think about how happy Colden is in the morning when I serve him his oatmeal or his scrambled eggs. I think about how it makes Tom happy that I cook healthy food for dinner. And making them happy makes ME happy. Making others happy does, indeed, seem to be the way to make yourself happy, sometimes.

Don't get me wrong - there are times when I just *need* to ditch it all and hide out in a warm lavender bathtub with a good book and a couple of candles for a while. I'm not saying we need to ignore our own needs all the time, but thinking about how you can make your loved ones happy is a pretty good start to figuring out what makes YOU happy.

So, I've dropped my kid off at preschool. I've set my intentions for the day. I've settled down in front of the computer with some music and my water bottle. I've got two or three big projects to work on this week, one of which is a dream I've had for the last three years. And I think it's finally going to be a real thing!

Three Motifs

Friday night was the night before the full moon. So, naturally, I laid in bed for forty-five minutes before I realized that I was wide awake and that there was not going to be any sleeping any time soon.

So, I got up, put together a snack, lit a candle, and got my beads out. I put on some old episodes of Frasier and made these three motifs, wonky spacing worked out and all!

Now the hard part is going to be figuring out how to join them together. I think I know how to make the neck strap. I just need to figure out how to make each of these little beauties "flow" into the other.

I made photocopies of the first motif and then played around with spacing and arrangement, but for me, there's no substitute for having the actual finished pieces to work with.

These Twins are just so much fun! I'm really enjoying the challenge of designing with them...who woulda thought that two holes would be better than one?

On that note, I have a whole slew of pieces floating around in my head, as usual. A wild piece using some baby spikes, a bracelet using whopper spikes and baby spikes, a couple of ropes using gumdrops, and my latest Beadwork magazine challenge piece, which showed up on the back porch yesterday while we were out birding.

Meanwhile, Tom wants to get going with the cleaning/reorganization/furniture moving project in the bedroom. But I'm just having a really hard time motivating myself to get away from the beads and get in there... On the other hand, he doesn't appear ready to part with his Murray McMurray chicken catalog any time soon, either, so...

Under

Sweep, sweep me under
your arms and your breath and your
eyes.

Sinking back
and over and I can't tell
where it all ends.

All I know is that
here,
in this moment,
we are.

Promising

Please pardon the crappy iPhone photo, but this is how I started my morning. I'm still playing with my new stash of Twin beads, and I have to say, I'm really enjoying this whole two-hole bead phenomena.

At first, I looked at this baby-blue color in the bag and thought to myself, "What the HELL am I going to do with THESE?" And not in a good way, either.

Somehow, during one of my crazed organizing missions, I came across this stash of 3mm dark turquoise druks that I've been hoarding for the last couple of years (no doubt bought on sale from Artbeads, just because I thought, hey, I don't have enough beads...), and voila! Throw in some creamy opaque seed beads for contrast, and I have what looks to be a very promising start to a new design.

Other things are starting to feel promising, too. Yes, the anxiety is still there, and yes, it still feels overwhelming, particularly first thing in the morning and last thing at night when I'm trying to go to sleep. Yes, I'm still having a good cry in the shower every morning to release some of the adrenaline so I can get on with my day, but, behind it all, knowing that I finally decided to reach out and get help is turning out to be a huge comfort for me. I'm reminding myself that it *will* get better, and that things won't be like this for very much longer.

Since Wednesday, I've started to feel more like myself again. Not perfect, not great, but there are things I can reassure myself with now that I couldn't before.

I'm engaged in sort of a countdown: ten days until my appointment with this new psychiatrist. I don't know if I'll like him or not, but according to my regular doctor, he specializes in treating anxiety disorder, and he's not the type of doctor who just throws a prescription at you and shows you the door. That sounds pretty good to me.

So, I wait. Ten days seems like an eternity right now, and I'm sure when I wake up at 2 a.m. and can't get back to sleep, it will seem downright impossible. But, for now...

Energy

My question for today is: From where do you draw your energy?

For me, no question, hands down, my music is the place where I seem to be able to draw the most energy when I need it. I don't know what it is, but there are certain songs, on certain days, that have the ability to both transform my thoughts and transport me to a different place, a different situation.

There are songs that make me cry with joy when I turn them up loud. There are songs that I love until it makes my stomach hurt. There are the lyrics from hundreds of songs from twenty years ago stashed in the dusty little corners of my brain, and damn it all if I can't recall those songs easier than I can recall what the hell I walked into the grocery store for ten minutes earlier...

There are songs that I love for their contemplative nature. Songs that I play when I take a drive through the back roads of Jay and look at the farms and the fields and the mountains and the sky. Those are the songs that I carry with me from day to day.

There are songs that haunt me at night, when I can't sleep, and my mind refuses to shut itself off.

This is one of those contemplative songs that I listen to during the late afternoon when the sun hangs low in the sky and I'm taking a ride through the back roads and planning my next move... Enjoy.

Joy

My question for you today is: What brings you joy?

It's been so long since I really thought about that kind of thing. I've been so busy, pretending to be the hamster on the wheel, that I feel like I've forgotten about the kinds of things that bring me joy.

I'm a Taurus, so naturally, I tend to lean towards the sensuous: things that I can touch and smell and taste.

Maybe it sounds trite and cliche, but for me, there's nothing like the feel of a brand-new beading needle in my fingers. Some of the reasons why I love to do what I do include the sensation of pouring a pile of tiny seed beads onto my bead board; the feel of the thread being pulled through the layers of beads and fabrics as I stitch. The colors of the beads as they blend flow throughout the piece. The sounds of the beads as I pour them back into their containers or fit them back into a storage box.

There are other things that don't have to do with beads, too: the smell and the warmth of a cup of fresh hot chocolate - nothing from an envelope, mind you, it's got to be real milk and real chocolate shavings, warmed in a pot on the stove top.

I love the sensation of slipping into a warm bath with my favorite lavender oils; the sight of a small candle glowing on the mantel over the fire. Let's just say that when I enjoy something, I tend to enjoy it fully, with every one of my five senses.

I've always been a very physical person. It's the sensations that come from being alive that bring me the most joy in my life, I think.

What brings you joy?

Alligators

This is what happens when I allow myself to venture out of the house during the day. I end up visiting my friend in her awesome toy shop on Main Street in Lake Placid, and I walk outta there with a pair of alligator ear buds.

I needed a bit of brevity this afternoon. It's been a rough couple of months around here.

I had a follow-up with my regular doctor this morning, seven weeks after my initial collapse at the beginning of December. (It's a damn good thing that it was nothing life-threatening, or I'd be dead by now.) At any rate, I decided that the anxiety has gotten to the level where it is ruining my life, and it's time to address that. So, after a good half-hour discussing the options with my doctor, she gave me a couple of referrals and I'm ready to move on and get my life back.

It wasn't an easy thing to admit, but she knows me. She's only been my primary care doctor for about three years, but she is not only a wonderful physician, she's compassionate, and she listens to her patients. (Which is probably the reason why it took seven weeks for me to get an appointment with her.)

After the appointment, I decided to go for a ride through the back roads before I went home to finish up work and make dinner. It was a beautiful, glorious, winter afternoon, with a bright sun shining down on the fields of white snow. I drove past the highland cattle farm, the old graveyard, the covered bridge, Asgaard Farm... The moon, nearly full, was hanging in the sky like a piece of tissue paper up against a water-color background.

I thought about getting out of the car to take some pictures to share with people, but then I thought, no, this afternoon is just for me. This is my town, these are my thoughts, this is my experience today.

It hasn't been easy dealing with the anxiety the last two months. It's been a lot of trying to convince myself that I'm okay, while at the same time, trying to convince myself that I need to get back into therapy. It's been trying to keep everything in balance, while feeling like I'm about to drive myself over the proverbial cliff.

After I talked to the doctor today, I have to admit, I felt more like my old self than I have in many weeks. As a matter of fact, it was nice just to feel SOMETHING other than the numbness and terror after these last couple of months.


Last week, I was venting some angst to a friend, and he said something to me that not only put things into perspective about why I am the way I am, but also made me realize how much I value him and our conversations. Then, as I walked back to the car after I saw my friend in her store on Main Street this afternoon, I thought to myself, I really don't have a lot to be afraid of, now.

I have, without a doubt, some of the best friends a person could have, and I'm really, really lucky. I've got an amazing support network, which is something that a lot of people who struggle with this kind of thing don't have. 


So, what now? Well, there are dishes to be washed, dinner to be cooked and served, laundry to wash, the wood rack needs to be filled up in anticipation of the 25-below-zero temperatures the forecast is calling for tonight, and I still need to finish up some work stuff.

However... All that has to wait until Tom and Colden come in from the workshop, where Tom is building Colden a pirate ship out of scrap wood...

To Be Continued...

Too Many Twins!

So, wow, last week, I got a message from someone at the Preciosa Ornela company (*the* manufacturer of Czech glass beads) that I had been selected as one of the December winners of their Beads for Blog Post promotion! What did that mean?

It meant that I got a lot of beads. Like, 1,000 grams of beads. A full kilo!

I wasn't expecting my beads until later this week, but sure enough, first thing Monday morning, the DHL guy showed up, sending Moose into a crazed frenzy while I tried to get out onto the back porch and sign for my box.

Inside was a hoard of beady treasures!

In addition to the thirteen (13!) 50 gram packs of Twin beads, there was a package of size 11 seeds, a package of peanut beads, a huge bag of pearlized rounds and pressed glass beads, a couple of funky pens and pencils, a pin, a note pad, a bead mat, and a whole stack of tutorials! Czech seed bead heaven, for sure!

I started playing with the Twins in flat circular peyote stitch, and came up with a few interesting ideas. My sister has requested a small-ish beaded chain to wear, and I picked out a beautiful matte grey/white color of Twins and some metallic grey-brown seeds from my own stash.

I also started playing with the Twins doing tubular peyote. While I love the feel of the chain (sort of like a midweight mesh chain), I can't stand the sight of the holes and thread between beads! Ack! I may have to experiment with adding some smaller 15s between each Twin, or maybe some larger beads... Either way, even though I didn't like the exposed holes, I loved the feel of the finished tube, so this definitely deserves some more attention.

If you're a bead blogger, you need to check out the Preciosa Ornela Beads for Blog Post promotion. It's like they used to say about the New York Lottery: You can't win if you don't enter!

Memories and Thanks Blog Hop

Well, it's been far too long since I've updated this blog. But today, I have a good reason: Lori Anderson's Memories and Thanks Blog Hop!

I didn't know bead artist Linda Jones for very long. I "met" her after her diagnosis with a brain tumor, but I had been an admirer of her incredible beadwork for many years. She was one of those artists that knew how to combine fine art with beadwork. Her beadwork is absolutely amazing, sublime, ferocious - I can't think of any more superlatives to throw in there.

And the more I got to know her through our chats and postings on Facebook, the more I realized that she was just a beautiful person, inside and out.

I learned so much from Linda, both about art and beadwork and life, and about death and dignity. After her diagnosis, she started a blog called How Public Like a Frog to document her battle with brain cancer.

Linda passed away at the end of August. A couple of weeks later, as I was meditating one morning, a vision of her face came into my mind, followed by a beautiful and radiant sun. Later that morning, I pulled out this face by Diane Briegleb from my stash and started to sketch and bead around it, thinking about Linda the whole time.

I remember one post she wrote in particular about how she was looking at the mums in pots on her patio and thinking that they were singing to her. So I started stitching up a bouquet of beaded mums to include in the piece as well.

Even though this as only as far as I've been able to get in the last few weeks, I *will* have this piece finished before the end of the month. The working title is simple, "She Loves...", and I have dedicated it to Linda and everything that she taught me about beading, art, and life in the short time that I knew her.

Take a couple of hours and hop around to see what other wonderful thanks and memories other jewelry artists are sharing today on their blogs! And a special thanks to Lori Anderson, once again, for finding another way of bringing the jewelry making and beading community together.

THANKS AND MEMORIES BLOG HOP PARTICIPANTS:

 Adlinah Kamsir                   Dream Struck Designs

 Aimee Biondolillo               Aimee's Jewelry Treasures

 Alicia Marinache                 All the Pretty Things 
 Andra Marasteanu               Handmade by Indra Marasteanu 
 Andrea Trank                      Heaven Lane Creations
 April Grinaway                   Brooklyn Bead Goddess

Barb Solem                         Vivi Magoo Presents

Becky Pancake                    Becky Pancake Bead Designs

Beth Emery                         Stories by Indigo Heart

Bonnie Coursolle                Jasper's Gems

Cassi Paslick                       Beads: Rolling Downhill

Catherine King                    Catherine's Musings

Cece Cormier                      The Beading Yogini

Chandra Leitz                     Juniper Goods

Charissa Nesler                   FireStorm Designs
Charlie Jacka                       Clay Space

Christina Hickman              Vintage Treasures Jewelry

Christine Stonefield            Sweet Girl Design

Chrizette Bayman               Bead Soup Mix

Cindy Wilson                      It's My Sea of Dreams

Crystal Thain                      Here Bead Dragons

Cyndi Lavin                        Beading Arts

Debbie Rasmussen             A little of this, a little of that

Denielle Hagerman             Some Beads... and other things I like
Diana Gonzalez                  Arte y Poemas

Diane Hawkey                    diane hawkey

Dita Basu                            ankarshilpa

Donetta Farrington             Simply Gorgeous

Dyanne Everett-Cantrell     Deeliteful Jewelry Creations

Emma Todd                        A Polymer Penchant

Erin Kenny                         beadiful therapy

Erin Prais-Hintz                  Treasures Found

Gina Hockett                      Freestyle Elements

Gloria Allen                        Innovative Dreams Jewelry

Heather Marston                 CSW Designs

Inge von Roos                    Inge's Blog

Jacqueline Marchant          Fiddledeedee Jewelry

Jami Shipp                         Celebrating Life!

Jean Yates                          Snap Out of it Jean, There's Beading to Do!

Jennifer Reno                     Musings of a Crafty Jenny
Jenny Robledo                   Peppa's Dream

Jennifer VanBenschoten    Jewelry, Art and Life
Jessica Klaaren                  Cellar Door Jewelry

Jessica Murray                   Whimsical Monkey

Joan Williams                     lilruby jewelry

Jo-Ann Woolverton            It's a Beadiful Creation

Joanne Browne                   josjewels1

Jodie Marshall                    Jodie Marshall Lampwork Beads Wearable Art

Johanna Rhodes                 Fire Phoenix Creations
John Rasmussen                 Rasumussen Gems and Jewelry LLC

JuLee Wolfe                       The Polymer Penguin

Julie Bean                           Blue Pig Blog

Karen Mitchell                   Over the Moon Designs

Karin King                         The Sparklie Things Blog
Karin Slaton                       Backstory Beads

Kat Douglas                       Washoe Kat's
Kay Bolton                        Toodles and Binks

Kelly Hosford Patterson     The Traveling SideShow

Kim Ballor                          Vitamin C ... A Daily Does of Creativity

Kim Dworak                       CianciBlue

Kim Houston                       The Pink Martini
Kym Hunter                         Kym Hunter Designs

Laren Dee Barton                Laren Dee Designs

Lea Avroch                          LA Jewelry Designs

Leanne Loftus                      First Impression Design

Lena Adams (Mari's daughter) -- TBA
Liddy McLaughlin               Liddy McLaughlin Art

Linda Florian                       Lily's of the Valley Jewelry & Creative Creations

Linda Inhelder                     Must-Haves Jewelry

Lisa Hamilton                      Simply Irresistable Jewelry
Lisa Suver                            Fancee That

Lori Bowring Michaud        Artfully Ornamental

Lori Poppe                           Adventures in Creativity with Lorillijean

LouAnn Elwell                    Southpass Beads

Mandi Effron                       Craft-o-licious

Marcia DeCoster                 MadDesigns

Marcia Dunne                     The Alternative Foundry

Marie Covert                      Creating Interest

Marjorie Savill Linthwaite     bennubirdrising

Marlene Cupo                        Amazing Designs by Marlene

Martha Aleo                           Ornamento

Marti Conrad                          Marti's Buttons -n- Beads

Mary Ellen Parker                  BeeTree by m.e.

Mary Govaars                        MLH Jewelry Designs

Mary Lindell                          Mary Lindell Artisan Jewelry

Maureen Connolly                 Mrs Beadsley's Workshop

Maybeline Tay                       The Jewelry Larder

Melissa Elgin                         The Addicted Beader

Melissa Mesara                      one-eared pig beads

Menka Gupta                         Menka's Jewelry

Michaela Pabeschitz              la mar de bonita

Mischelle Fanucchi               Micheladas Musings

Mona Rae Baroody               Who Does She Bead She Is?

Nan Emmett                          Spirit Rattles -- Spirited Earth

Nancy Pedersen                    Something Heartfelt by Nancy

Natalie Davidson                  NorthShore Days
Nikki Douglas                      Bead It and Weep

Pam Farren                           re-maker

Pam, the Crazier Sister        The Crazy Creative Corner

Priya Krish                           Hellopalz 
Rebecca Anderson               Song Beads

Rebecca Sirevaag                 Becca's Place

Robin Kae Reed                   Artistry HCBD

Rochelle Brisson                  a creative chelle

Sabine Dittrich                     perlendschungel

Sandi Volpe                          Sandi Volpe

Sandra McGriff                    Creative Chaos

Sarah Goode                         Pookledo
Sarah Singer                         String a Song of Sixpence

Serena Trent                         All Things Made Jewelry

Shai Williams                       Shaiha's Ramblings
Sharon Palac                        Sharon's Jewelry Garden

Sharyl McMillian-Nelson    Sharyl's Jewelry & Reflections

Sheila Davis                         Stone Designs

Shelley Graham Turner        Fabric of My Life

Sherri Stokey                       Knot Just Macrame

Sherry Baun                         Unicorns Jewels

Skylar Bre'z                         Brising Beads

Stephanie Haussler              Pixybug Designs

Tania Spivey                        Moobie Grace Designs

Terri G.                                Blooming Ideas

Terry Carter                         Tapping Flamingo

Terry Matuszyk                    Pink Chapeau Vintage Jewelry

Toltec Jewels                       Jewel School Friends
Tracy Kruse                         Goldkisses Art

Tracy Martin                        Nutkitten's Jewelry

Zia Parks                              Anzi~Panzi's Work Shoppe

Zoe Marcin                          Beads, Tea and Sweets