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Just when I thought I was so clever…

A friend of mine asked me to create a necklace from a Pinterest Pin she found that she really liked. I’m always looking for new ideas and things to create so I was all in. Per usual, I had to order some new beads which we all know was totally unnecessary. But buying beads before a creative process is like stretching before running. Here is my new design or is it?

So what’s the problem? A few days before making the necklace, I was cleaning out some drawers and came across this card my niece sent me years ago.

Is it just me or did I copy her design? Carol the Human Copy Machine. Back in the Dark Ages I did work for Xerox.  Just sayin!
Here is another version. Let me know if you like it.

Let’s chat soon,

Carol
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I’m Fascinated by Ignorance and Superstition.

As an ex high school math teacher my road map to life consists of logic and formulas.

Spock & Supremacists – I’m currently reading a book about White Supremacists and their “Logic” behind being Holocaust deniers. (Please stick with me this really is a fun post!)

Tomato – The Red Demon – This lead me to thinking about the tomato. Yes, The Tomato. You see back in the 1500s people were very superstitions and anything new and unusual was immediately cast off as dangerous. When the tomato reached European shores it was blamed for Witchcraft and Werewolves.

Devil Ointments – Religious Zealots told their congregations that tomatoes were used in Flying Ointments by Witches. These Flying Ointments were rubbed on the broomsticks or the witches themselves to make them fly to meet the Devil. Or the witches could rub it on unsuspecting victims and they would be turned into Werewolves. 

Executions – Between 1300 and 1650, thousands of Europeans (mostly women) were executed for practicing witchcraft, in a church-and-government-sanctioned mass hysteria academics call the “witch craze.” Women were burned, drowned, hanged, and crushed after trials in both secular and religious courts; and lynched by vigilante mobs.

Spanish Save Tomatoes – Only to be used for La Tomatina Festival! The Spanish Inquisition saved the tomato by declaring any belief in witchcraft as heretical. PHEW!

Gardens? But not so fast. In Winchester, Massachusetts there was a law on the books banning tomato gardens—an artifact of early 20th century anti-Italian racism, meant to keep the neighborhood cleanly Anglo-Saxon.

How’s this for Ignorance and Superstition?

Well I got carried away with the tomatoes so next week I’ll tell you my tomato adventure. Promise.

I hope you will enjoy my friend Kathy’s tomato print below. Click on the picture if you would like to see more of her work and she has great cards too!kathys-tomatoes

Let’s chat soon,
Carol
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You Could Ruin Ice Cream!

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Now that’s just NOT NICE!!!!!

Last week I asked you for your opinion on the marriage of a couple of my jewelry techniques. I thought I handled the negative comments quite well. I actually giggled at the Bleck comment and laughed out loud at “I don’t want to look like a badly decorated Christmas Tree”. So not to be out done, I kept at it and came up with a brooch design I really liked. I showed it to a friend who shall remain nameless as many of you know her. (Don’t worry she is not seeing this post.) Her comment RUINED it for me. Being the mature person I am I told her she could ruin ice cream on a hot day. Here is my creation. 

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She said it looks like a Smashed Tarantula!!! Sorry to my dear friend that got it as a birthday gift. 😦 What Say YOU!!!!

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Being in a Sour Mood from the above post. I thought you might enjoy the article on the 39 ways to reuse Pickle Juice. My tip is if you suffer from Leg Cramps this or caper juice works wonders. Click: HERE

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Carol

 

 

Will This Marriage Last?

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Opinions are like noses….

and we all have one but I really need yours, your opinion that is. My time the last month has been dedicated to something I really don’t enjoy (you’ll know soon) but it had to be done. Essentially this task has sapped the last of my creative energy just when I need it the most.  Christmas is right around the corner and every online retailer is gearing up their inventory and their advertising etc. So I walk into my studio and all I see are piles, and I mean piles, of beads and sari ribbon. I have confessed earlier that my solution to a lack of creativity is to stock my stash. Well, I’ve been on steroids! Patti our Postal Carrier now just grunts at me when she use to smile.

So here is where you come in. I have married my two latest loves, The Twisted Sister Technique AND Sari Ribbon. Please let me know if you think it works together. You have been so helpful in the past and I need a little encouragement OR constructive criticism. If you purchase any of my jewelry I will make you a pair of shoulder duster earrings as a thank you.
Here are two of the designs in question.

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Can’t wait to hear your thoughts.
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Carol

 

Funny WWII Story – It’s possible!

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On our way to a mini family reunion, Bob (My Dad) announces he is antisocial. Seriously? My Dad is about as antisocial as a baby kissing politician. This will inspire another post entitled, “How to tell your Dad he is full of crap and live!” I’ll post this as soon as I figure out the live part. Anyway, I am astounded to hear this because the night before he tells us this never heard before WWII story about how he inadvertently became his boot camps social director. Dad, What gives here?
Here’s the story and you decide.
In 1944 at the age of 18 my Dad is drafted and is shipped off to Texas for boot camp. After boot camp all of his buddies get shipped off to France. Next wave of draftees come in and Bob has to go through boot camp again as they don’t know what to do with him. All these recruits are shipped off. Meanwhile, no shipping orders for Bob. So because Bob has been in camp so long he becomes the impromptu social director because he knows the town inside and out. To this day he can still remember the names of the best bars and restaurants in that town.  After 5 waves of draftees pass through, Bob goes to the officer in charge and finds they have no record of Bob. By now, the war is winding down and Bob is shipped off to a camp in Indiana for the duration. Now on the surface, this is quite funny and really in keeping with the goof ball things that have happen to Bob in his life. But a more sobering perspective is what if he got shipped off to Europe and killed when he could have simply walked away from camp and no one would have been the wiser. Just sayin! Please let me know if anyone out there has a funny WWII story?

While I was home I came across a new phrase for dangle earrings. Shoulder Dusters!  Isn’t that cute? So I made these for my gal friend’s birthday. Would you wear these? I usually don’t make earrings but I thought these have possibilities for my store. What do you think?

Shoulder Dusters

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Carol

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Sari Beading Kit

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Magical Sari

 

Noodling around Pinterest and Whoa!

I’m minding my own business and noodling around Pinterest ….

When I come across this picture of Princess Sophia at a Royal wedding.

Princess Sopia

Is someone knocking me off????Something about “Imitation is the best form of Flattery”? I just finished this necklace. (Comes in many colors too.)

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All the best,
Carol

But I said I was sari!

I’m loving fiber right now. Sari in particular…

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I was contacted by a women selling Recycled Sari Silk Ribbon and it got me wondering about how this recycling got started. Here is what I found.

Saree and the Society

Traditional Indian silk sarees, particularly the ones bought during weddings were heavy and had real silver thread or zari in their borders. Unlike the north, where wedding sarees had hardly been worn, they are worn regularly in the south. Thus due to wear and tear, they literally tear or come apart after a few years. The artists would convert them into cushion covers, curtain or make clothes for kids as the sarees were quite expensive to begin with. But they would soon end up with small tears unable to take the pressure of the sewing machine and would be relegated to the attic as people didn’t know what to do with them.
Then in mid 2000s came maverick saree stores with new interesting designs and light weight silks enticing the younger crowd by offering exchanges. Brand new pattern saree in exchange for an old one, whatever be its condition..

This Masterstroke of a marketing campaign led to small business selling lots of new light weight sarees with silver plated or silver finish zari which was a drastic reduction in quality and durability compared to the old ones but people were okay with it for several reason – chief of them not spending money out of their pockets and secondly not having to ask their husbands or inlaws before buying them. Generally women never bought silk sarees for themselves, by themselves, unless they were public figures or very rich. (This did not extend to cotton or synthetic sarees, simple silks  or salwars that women wore on an everyday basis.) Even when the woman worked, it would always be a parent, sibling, husband, inlaws or son who paid for the sarees chosen by the woman though this has drastically changed now. This was not merely due to financial dependence as buying a silk saree was considered a gesture of love and duty, something that is sadly missing nowadays.

Below are a few of the sari pieces I have been working on. Stay tuned as I ordered tons more as God forbid I should use up ANYTHING in my stash!
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Carol

Turquoise Sari motif    Purple Sari

Lavender sari    Sari Collar

Sari Wrapped

Channeling Chanel

Just Karl and Me Baby!

While I was home visiting my folks, I picked up some beautiful Lampwork Black and White Beads from this cute consignment shop. What to do? What to do? As many of you know, I am drowning in pearls (Thanks to my fashionista Chanel crazed friend…) so I set to work on a crochet design. I can hear you…What, not a Twisted Sister? Even I need a change. Noodling and nothing inspires me. Then, I think to see what Karl has in store for his latest Chanel Collection. Take the Chanel Creative Journey with me.

First I see this….

     And made this….

So then I am thinking, why not let my DIY Friends make their own. So I made a kit!

But then I see this…..

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And that begets….

Chanel 3 in 1

Thanks Karl! It was a very fun, creative ride. (There’s more Chanel Inspired Jewelry and Kits at: BlingBeadedBaubles.Zibbet.com

Let’s Chat Soon,

Carol

The Heirloom Journey to Joe Namath!

What in the world does this ring have to do with Joe?

This ring was the only piece of real jewelry my Grandmother owned. She bought it with the money she saved from babysitting my brother and me. One day, planting our Spring garden she noticed the stone was missing. She was distraught and I vowed to find it for her. Those of you that know me know I have the “Dog with a Bone Gene” big time. I tore the garden apart. Dug up and replanted etc.  My Dad, Bob, helped me when he came home from work. When it got dark he said we should begin again at first light as we could end up reburying it in the dark.  We were out there before the sun came up and sure enough as soon as the sun peaked over the horizon, every shiny thing in the garden sparkled and that is how I found the stone. My Grandmother was overjoyed and promised that I would be the next owner of her beautiful ring. Sadly, that Fall she passed away and I inherited this beautiful piece. Since I was only 11 I wore it around my neck until I was old enough and then I wore it everyday.

Now the Juicy Joe Part!

It’s Spring Break 1971 in Fort Lauderdale. (Young things don’t give up, it’s still a good story…)
I’m in a bar alone. My friends are scorching themselves in the sun and since I don’t tan, I drink!  The bar is packed and there is only one seat at the bar.  I settle myself and order some dopey Ohio drink. Probably a  7 & 7. There is a reason they say Youth is wasted on the Young! I notice the guy next to me is REALLY good looking and I start up a conversation. Which leads to talking about my ring. Turns out Joe’s mother loved blue topaz. He then joked with me about how the color only matches one of my eyes. Ha, Ha! My left eyes is half blue and half brown. He buys me drinks and later asked me to dinner. I said I had plans with my friends and got up to leave. The girl behind me taking my seat says, “Do you have any idea who that is?” Not a clue says the Ohio girl. That’s how I met Joe Namath. When I tell my husband this story he says if I had gone to dinner with him, I would probably be more interested in Football. Do you think????
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Iris Multi necklace       Chain Tassle Necklace

Let’s Chat Again Soon,
Carol

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