So close...

So I found these...

 

So I had to do something with them, right?

I had these, too...

So I thought maybe I could use them together.  Make a nice flower-y piece.  Who doesn't like flowers? I thought the colors worked pretty well together, and in my mind the mixture of styles would be good together.

I thought wrong.

Yeah... no. 

So now I have this...

...which I like.  I'm not sure what I'll do with it yet, but I do like it. 

And I have the start of a pendant/focal piece. 

I'm sure it will be awesome when I figure out how to finish it off.  But for now it goes into the "almost" bin.  Hopefully it won't be there long.

The Next Morning

I have to be honest.  I "work" at night. (no, I don't really consider it real work either, so don't feel bad if you rolled you eyes at the word)  After a workout, walking the dog, playing with three kids, running errands, going to the pool, cleaning the house, feeding the hoard, and doing laundry, I tend to be a bit on the tired side by the time I head down to the dungeon to work.  Not to mention my brain is rather foggy, if it hasn't shut down completely.  But I take my tunes and water jug, and down I go. 

 *I promise this is going somewhere...* 

Once things really get going, I start getting all pumped about what I'm doing.  It's really a lot of fun when things go right.  And I'm trying to get more and more into trying new techniques and not being so safe.  Know what I mean?  And that can mean not really knowing what I'm doing, or if what I THINK I'm doing is working like I think it will.

So.  There I am.  Staring with glee at my newest creation.  I can tell you, knowing you won't judge me in the least, (right???) that there have been times that I run down stairs the next morning so I can snap a pic of my new brain-child and have some sort of "well shit." reaction.  Sometimes what is mind-blowing awesomesauce at night through dry contacts and blurry eyes is something that leaves a bit to be desired the next morning.

The other night I made a pair of earrings.  My mind went back and forth between elation at the creation in my head that was becoming reality, and remembering all the times it turned out to be complete crap the next day.  But I finished them and was still really happy the next morning.  That meant it was time for the ultimate test.  Posting them on Facebook.  I can always count on my fans to let me know what works, and what is just plain lousy.

And you liked them.  You REALLY REALLY liked them.

It made me so happy.  That's the kind of "Next Morning" I like.

Goodness Gracious

Well, Friends, it's been a while.  A quick little update, for those of you that don't know me personally... My family and I moved to Dayton, OH.  So between the holidays, getting ready for the move, the move itself, and getting settled in our new home, it's been quite some time since I have actually made any jewelry.  It's sad, I know.

But for some freakish reason, the thought of getting back in it scares the living daylights out of me.  I have no idea why.  But that's the way it is. 

When I went into JoAnn's a couple weeks ago, I almost had a panic attack in the jewelry section.  It was really overwhelming.  I had a lot of ideas coming at me, but I'm not always sure if I should even bother to continue making jewelry (let's face it, there's not a single thing that I've made that all of you couldn't make as well).  But I found a few things that I just couldn't put down, so I bought them.  Haven't touched them since.

And then there's my work space.  It's down in the basement, where no one really spends any time. (we're working on that... it's going to be a rec room soon.)  And my husband is no longer at the desk next to me.  His desk is on the main floor.  He didn't buy my reasons for why he should put his desk downstairs, such as to keep me company.  Lame.  So I will be down there all by myself.  Maybe I would be more productive without anyone to distract me, but I just haven't been able to make myself give it a go.  And the thought of organizing all my supplies... UGH. 

I'm a sad and pathetic person right now, I know.  All eye-rolling is welcome.  I deserve it.

But what this all really comes down to is me wondering if what I make is any good, or if it's all just "Eh."