My hands, suffering a bout of tendonitis from too much bead-making, won’t do too many at once, but I figure one or two a day would work. I have a good supply of beads to work from.
It’s a sort of madness, I suppose, all this bead-making and -stringing, as each necklace probably takes me half a day if I count the time making and/or sorting the beads. Once I get going, though, I find it hard to stop. The sun is shining and the weather is becoming mercifully mild, but I’m inside, waiting for the plumber to tend to a sink disaster but not minding it a bit that it’s already been five hours. I’m just loving the excuse to sit here making one wild thing after another.
I waited too long to get going on my bead project this time, because I made beads with a vengence, having quite a way to climb out of my irrational depression. I made beads for hours, for days. I made beads until my old nemisis, tendonitis, send my wrists back into their worn, 15-year-old black leather bowling braces.
I had found a great sale on polymer clay about six months ago, bought a lot of colors and then forgot about them until I thought I might make Christmas tree ornaments for the holiday season. But I didn’t really like what I came up with and began making beads just for fun.
Nothing gets me side-tracked faster than a really good sale on art materials. A few days ago I happened on a sale of polymer clay for 87¢ a block instead of the usual two or three bucks. Wow. My supply was low, I had hardly any homemade beads left, so I went bananas.