I started beading again during the Polar Vortex. That’s something I used to do years ago as I found it very calming and peaceful and quite simple to do. It’s kind of like the grown-up version of stringing up macaroni necklaces. Till your eyes get old and you can’t find the holes. Or arthritis cramps your hands up. Or some spinal nerve games makes it feel like someone shoved a wedge between your shoulder blades and occasionally smacks it with a hammer just to drive it in a little deeper. Then you don’t do it so much anymore.
Most of my beads are leaning towards vintage as the only beads purchased in the last few years were supplies for a nieces’ bridal jewelry. They’re still good… stone beads are “old rocks” to start with, silver is still silver, and the crystals still sparkle as pretty as the day they were made. When the world froze over, I got to thinking that if I turn that hat box full of beads into bracelets, earrings, and necklaces, there may come a day when an opportunity comes along to sell such things. In the meanwhile, I will just tag things with length and bead information and seal it in baggies so the silver doesn’t tarnish. I could also pull things out to give as gifts. At my slow pace (since I can’t do it all the time), it might take years.
I hear it has warmed up a bit out there. I might actually go see for myself. Now I feel like “Mid Milly” going out to look for my shadow. Millicent Midlothian is one of our local groundhogs. She is not famous or anything. She just lives in Booker’s back yard, next door to the Carter down there on the Southside of Youngstown. I can predict this: only 24 more days till February 2nd.