Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Mmmmm, Leafy

Since I've already had much, much too much coffee this morning I've started on a bracelet. I ordered a crapload of glass leaves in browns & purples, a sterling charm bracelet, and a flower toggle. I looked at the free Flower Patch Bracelet pattern at Fusion Beads and decided I'd rather have a bunch of dead leaves and brown berries instead of cheery spring flowers right now. I'm gearing up for fall, see.

I'm perpetually gearing up for fall. Screw summer. I don't own a bathing suit, or at least one that was made after 1955, and I burn to a crisp if I'm out in the sun for maybe ten minutes. I also can't abide the humidity so I don't go outdoors during the day if I can help it.

The bluish leaves are only that color on one side--the reverse is a really nice amber. I should have ordered three of everything instead of two so I'll most likely have to fill in with some dark amber drops and random amber beads. Later I'll dunk the whole mess in liver of sulfur to blacken up the metal.

The really filthy blue denim fabric isn't upholstery, it's the beanbag side of an ancient lap desk that I turn over and use to keep my seed beads from rolling away, so it's all splattered and dribbled with coffee. I keep looking for a good beading surface but all I'm finding right now are those crap things used for stringing beads. The next time I'm at the thrift store I should look for a tray that I can line with velour or something, or perhaps sew a flat beanbag that I could actually put in the wash when I've spilled too much crap on it.


Leaves! Can't you hear them rustling?

I do adore brown leaves, for no apparent sane reason. It seems to go way beyond the whole fall thing into a freakish leafy obsession. (That beady purse I'm working on is brown leaves as well.) Don't get me wrong, flowers are great in the right place and I like when my houseplants bloom, but by around June I'm usually pretty sick of the damn things and I'm ready for every pastel-colored, sweet-smelling thing to die already.

runs away to go play in the leaves