The post contains two images of Scott's beadwork -- one is a variation of the nanny theme and the other is a yellow nude. I suspect there are details in the latter that aren't discernable in the photo, making the meaning of the title a little hard to suss out.
SERIOUSBEADER ~ Mixed Media Beadwork & Altered Art from the Land of Enchantment
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Migraine Marathon
So much for blogging on the road, hehe. I did have Internet access but was so busy, I didn't even get the 3-hour beadwork project started (much less finished). Busy, in a good way. Except for the migraine. It started on Friday night and if you get migraines you know that once they get there, they pretty much leave when they feel like it. The trick is to treat them right away.
Last time a migraine got me, it last 4 or 5 days and I was a whimpering idiot most of the time. I tried a new medicine and a shot, neither worked. I am counting my blessings this time because it wasn't nearly as severe and doing stuff was actually a nice distraction. When we got home last night I popped (or rather, dissolved) my last new migraine pill (you get a whopping THREE of them at a time), not knowing if it would do any good at that point. For a few hours I was pleasantly detached, feeling sort of like a ballooon that was blown up too big, but the migraine was still there at midnight. Counting my blessings again this morning cause it's gone now, except for a bruised feeling in the back of my head, and when I push on my ear it crackles like it's full of little knuckles.
So, how was YOUR holiday weekend? 8-) We did get a few pictures but they're on the DH's cell phone and he is off to Goodwill (again). Colorado was beautiful and benevolent and even the rainstorms on the way home yesterday were a treat. And I feel very suburban saying this but the Ft. Collins Comfort Suites we stayed in was the nicest one yet, and hardly anybody was there! Each time we passed the pool it was empty, making us sorry (for about 5 seconds) we didn't bring Junior.
Today it's cool and damp, and the house is quiet except for the turtle clunking around in her tank. Since I don't have any pretty vacation pictures to share, how about a picture of Squirt, our killer guard turtle, before I wander off to the kitchen to make coffee?
Thursday, July 3, 2008
We're Goin to Vegas Baby (BOTH of Them!
TRIP #1
Today after work we head north, to the original Las Vegas -- New Mexico. Just me and the DH. He comes from up that way and we're going to the 4th of July Fiestas, but first, hopefully, breakfast with Beadnik after she gets done with her night shift at the hospital. Then we head to Colorado to visit my bro and friends for a long weekend.
TRIP #2
And then week after next it's off to the OTHER Vegas for a work-related conference. Vegas is SO surreal. We're staying at a place where you can ride an actual gondola inside the hotel. I have to take Junior, oh yeah...poor thing, cause I can't leave him home four days while Papa goes to work so early... Junior is the adventurous type, so I know he is gonna love this. He even told me not to tell him anything about the hotel, he wants to be surprised.
IF he can walk, that is. Last night we let him go to an open gymnastics session with a couple of his kung fu buddies. He came home with a limp. I said, "What did you do?" He said, "I don't know." I said, "WHAT did you do?" He said, "I don't know." I said, "Did you break something?" He said, "Yeah, my toe." I said, "I'm not taking you to the hospital." He said, "I'm not going to the hospital!"
Which might sound like a weird conversation, unless you back up a few years and add up all the ER, urgent care, and follow up visits I've been to with this kid. I mean, I hope this doesn't sound hard hearted, it's just that, things like broken toes don't phase you much after a facial injury or two, bloody cuts and dressing changes every 48 hours, concussions, and actual broken limbs that, unlike toes, can be set, splinted and, eventually, casted (I do prefer casts, cause I do know my son. This spring he went to a basketball camp with a boot on his healing broken foot and I figured he'd just be taking free throw shots, but NO, he's racing up and down the full court.)
So Junior climbed into bed and we propped him up with pillows, arnica, and an ice pack. We know the drill. Hopefully he'll be up and around enough today to pack up some clothes for his Tia's.
Which brings me back to the original Vegas. See, Nik is a nurse. And whenever Junior gets a new injury (I tell people, oh he's not uncoordinated, he's just 3 times as active...) I Google Chat with Nik about it, and she advises me whether to take him in or not. Which, in his mind, means a 5-hour minimum wait and possibly a nearly all-night trip to be told he's going to live after all. Which is why he was so emphatic about not going to the hospital. It's not that he wasn't in pain...it's just that he'd rather be in pain where there's cable TV and regular snacks. ;-)
Today after work we head north, to the original Las Vegas -- New Mexico. Just me and the DH. He comes from up that way and we're going to the 4th of July Fiestas, but first, hopefully, breakfast with Beadnik after she gets done with her night shift at the hospital. Then we head to Colorado to visit my bro and friends for a long weekend.
TRIP #2
And then week after next it's off to the OTHER Vegas for a work-related conference. Vegas is SO surreal. We're staying at a place where you can ride an actual gondola inside the hotel. I have to take Junior, oh yeah...poor thing, cause I can't leave him home four days while Papa goes to work so early... Junior is the adventurous type, so I know he is gonna love this. He even told me not to tell him anything about the hotel, he wants to be surprised.
IF he can walk, that is. Last night we let him go to an open gymnastics session with a couple of his kung fu buddies. He came home with a limp. I said, "What did you do?" He said, "I don't know." I said, "WHAT did you do?" He said, "I don't know." I said, "Did you break something?" He said, "Yeah, my toe." I said, "I'm not taking you to the hospital." He said, "I'm not going to the hospital!"
Which might sound like a weird conversation, unless you back up a few years and add up all the ER, urgent care, and follow up visits I've been to with this kid. I mean, I hope this doesn't sound hard hearted, it's just that, things like broken toes don't phase you much after a facial injury or two, bloody cuts and dressing changes every 48 hours, concussions, and actual broken limbs that, unlike toes, can be set, splinted and, eventually, casted (I do prefer casts, cause I do know my son. This spring he went to a basketball camp with a boot on his healing broken foot and I figured he'd just be taking free throw shots, but NO, he's racing up and down the full court.)
So Junior climbed into bed and we propped him up with pillows, arnica, and an ice pack. We know the drill. Hopefully he'll be up and around enough today to pack up some clothes for his Tia's.
Which brings me back to the original Vegas. See, Nik is a nurse. And whenever Junior gets a new injury (I tell people, oh he's not uncoordinated, he's just 3 times as active...) I Google Chat with Nik about it, and she advises me whether to take him in or not. Which, in his mind, means a 5-hour minimum wait and possibly a nearly all-night trip to be told he's going to live after all. Which is why he was so emphatic about not going to the hospital. It's not that he wasn't in pain...it's just that he'd rather be in pain where there's cable TV and regular snacks. ;-)
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Fave New Necklace
I designed this to sell but I can't decide whether to put this in my shop or not. It's made with carved jade and turquoise, with sterling findings. It looks and feels so grounding, and it ain't lightweight (not too heavy either), but the weird thing is, when you put it on, it feels weightless. I can hardly tell I'm wearing it. Plus it matches my hair really well.
Which reminds me of JEWELRY DESIGN TIP Numero Uno: Pick colors that will go with a woman's hair. If it matches their hair it will match their clothing... I learned this from a guy I worked with years ago. He went climbing in Ecuador and came back with a wool scarf for each of us 3 women. We each eyeballed each other's gift but decided we each liked ours the best. We asked, "How did you do that? You picked the perfect scarf for each of us" He said he'd picked a scarf for each of us that would match our hair. Brilliant! I've never forgotten that tip and now I find myself not wanting to part with this necklace thanks to Jewelry Design Tip Numero Uno...)
Mystery Pliers and the Ultimate Spork
I now own the ultimate spork, thanks to my edamame and seaweed salad from Trader Joe's. The salad wasn't so great but it came in this cute little container that made it look like an ice cream sundae (albeit a green, slimy ice cream sundae). The label wrapped around the top so I didn't notice it came with its own spork.
Now, on to the pliers. The DH came home with these from the estate sale of a local jewelry maker person. The man had several interesting old tools, none of them seemed particularly top of the line and most were a little larger than my standard pliers and such.
These pliers are not round or half round -- they are toothed, and instead of having a flat or round plier thingy, they are pointed on the top. If I grab wire with them and wrap all around once, I get an oval shape. But they're tapered, so it's not like I can make a bunch of ovals the same size. And, as I mentioned, they are toothed. With diamond-shaped pliers.
Now, on to the pliers. The DH came home with these from the estate sale of a local jewelry maker person. The man had several interesting old tools, none of them seemed particularly top of the line and most were a little larger than my standard pliers and such.
These pliers are not round or half round -- they are toothed, and instead of having a flat or round plier thingy, they are pointed on the top. If I grab wire with them and wrap all around once, I get an oval shape. But they're tapered, so it's not like I can make a bunch of ovals the same size. And, as I mentioned, they are toothed. With diamond-shaped pliers.
Does anybody know what they heck they're for?
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