Beads, beads, beads
July 17, 2002it’s a bit like knitting, i’d imagine. i can sit on the sofa with a handful of beads and wire and pliers, and the hours vanish into each other. loop, insert, loop, stretch. the repetition is relaxing, even soothing, and i forget i’m doing anything at all.
unlike painting with watercolors or tending a garden, i know exactly the way it will turn out because it’s how i planned it. if i make a mistake, i just chomp through the wire and start again.
there’s something beautiful and comforting about that.
this is my latest creation. i call it sherbet.
the polka-dotted bead is my favorite.
it’s heavy around my neck, but i’m getting used to it.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
