Getting into beads is like being sucked into the vortex of doom.
Thank-you, Susan, for putting it so eloquently.
For those of you who are willing to be sucked into the vortex of doom, check out Purse Paradise, a source Susan recommended on her blog for supplies for making beaded purses. They have patterns, kits, beads, threads, purse frames, needles, etc. In short, everything you need to make a beaded purse.
In a rare fit of self-restraint, I did not order anything when I checked out the website. Must be something wrong with me. Maybe I’d better take my temperature and see if I have a fever.
Seriously, though, I went through a bead and jewellry-making period a number of years ago, and a few years ago gave away all my supplies and tools to a friend who was just embarking on the obsession. I am doing my best to resist the temptation to start all that up again.
Questions from the comments:
Does the pattern actually have the beads in (-like curves, or is it just the angle of the photograph?
The beads curve a little because at some points in the pattern you are slipping several beads between stitches — so the weight of the beads make the curve. Very clever, I thought.
Knittingnurse pointed me to another website where you can buy kits for beaded purses:
Ho boy! If you enjoyed THAT one, you really need to check out www.c2knits.com. They have some really nice beaded bag pattern/kits. These are big enough to use as actual evening bags, etc. Most are just big enough to carry a girls “MILK” – Money, Identification, Lipstick and Keys!
Thank you. I’m averting my eyes from that site as well.
Shirley offered a link to a site with beaded fish for Lucy.
Now you’re talking!
Do you like knitting with that fine stuff?
I do. I’ve always liked very fine work and miniatures. Now I’m not sure I’d want to knit a 15 by 15-inch purse on size 000 needles with seed beads, but the tiny amulet bag was a quick and satisfying project. And really quite easy to make — honest! Not as fiddly as you might think.
What I liked the most about the one and only beaded knit piece I’ve seen — a bookmark — was the feel of it. Very slinky. I totally didn’t expect that, and it was totally cool.
Excellent observation, and that’s exactly how this little bag feels — slinky. Because the beads can move slightly, it gives it a slinky feel when you handle it. And the little bag is surprisingly heavier than it looks — the weight of the beads.
I have a suggestion: if you’re picturing something small, could you please include a familiar object — a quarter or a business card, for instance, to give an idea of scale.
I photographed it on my laptop computer, so you could see the size next to the keys on the keyboard. But just for you, here’s a pic of the bag with a quarter!
State of the Sock In Progress
The first sock in Opal Handpainted is coming along nicely — see?
Getting Serious for a Moment
A reader emailed me last night, chastizing me for not “remembering” the 5th anniversary of 9/11, telling me it was my “duty” as a blogger to mention it. I was going to ignore the email (as I often do with thoughtless and/or idiotic emails), but I find that this time I can’t.
Five years ago, as I do today, I worked in the shadow of the U.S. Capitol and lived in the shadow of the Pentagon. Not a single day has passed since then that I have not thought about the events of 9/11 and the people murdered that day. Life changed that day. Forever.
Every day as the subway stops at the Pentagon, I think about the kind-looking Army officer I used to see get off there every morning, who I last saw on the morning of 9/11.
Every time someone who acts nervous gets on a train I wonder if it’s a terrorist.
Every time I pull my knitting out on a train I wonder (possibly irrationally) if I’m making anyone else nervous by wielding sharp pointy sticks.
Every morning as I go through airport-like security to enter the federal building where I work, I wonder if someone with a weapon will slip through the screening process. (It has happened once that I know of.)
Every time a plane flies through the no-fly zone over my office, my heart sinks.
Every time our evacuation alarm goes off, my heart sinks.
Et cetera. Dear reader, rest assured that I do remember. I don’t see how I could ever forget.
So no, I watched no memorials or 9/11 “specials” on television. I did not watch the news. I did not feel the need to do anything to mark a five year anniversary (apart from feeling horrendously sad all day), because it is something that is with me every single day.
This is just me. I am in no way trying to tell people how to feel, what to say, or when, or where to say it. And I respectfully ask that people extend me the same courtesy.
My blog is predominantly about knitting and I will keep it that way.
There. End of rant. Let’s not speak of this again.
But lookie here. Can you guess what this is?