….. and if kids don’t test your patience, nothing else will. I spent a good portion of 2010 learning to embroider with seed beads, watching video tutorials ad nauseam and perfecting my concentrated squint. A lot. And, despite my desperate attempt to master this craft, I just couldn’t come close. Why? Because I have no patience for it. My children just aren’t obnoxious enough to train me to achieve this level of patience (thankfully). And though I can appreciate the beauty, the craftsmanship, the extreme skill involved in pieces such as Sue Horine’s “Life is a Hoot” or Alla Maslennikova’s “Spicework”, this level of complexity (which is to say, not very complex at all) is the most I can do on the best of days. It took six hours of laboriously pricking myself with needles and spilling beads everywhere to bezel four stones. And so you aren’t unaware, seed beads are like sand. They get in cracks you didn’t know you had. I mean, I’m pretty sure that was a bead I just pulled out of my Bluetooth. Which was in my ear. So explain that one. And eight hours.
That’s like young adulthood in dog years.
But, I was frustrating myself with wire wrapping and needed to step away from it. And now I realize I’d much rather be frustrated with wire wrapping. Oh what a little deviation will do to educate me on the appreciation of my skill set. Which doesn’t involve seed bead embroidery.
So enjoy this stray cat of mine, because it might never meow at my door again.
Happy embroidery… ing!