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See on nii tobe, aga tõsi. Mõnikord mõjub ehte kokku panemine nagu alkoholijoove ja pärast on... nagu pohmakas... Ideid on, helmeid on, tahtmist on ka, aga pole jõudu midagi teha. Hing on tühi ja kõle ning helmeste nägemine tekitab iivelduse... Ja see, et helmed ja poolikud tööd igal pool vedelevad, ei aita kohe mitte üks põrm...
Et pakkuda leevendust ideedele, mis mind pommitavad (ka unes) ning kangele tahtmisele midagi teha (samas mitte liialt väsitada), valmistasin miskit lihtsat. Sõbrapäeva südamed... ei teagi kohe, mis nendega teha. Vbl panen müüki ja kui enne valentinipäeva uut omanikku ei leia, kingin ise esimestele vastutulijatele laiali.
Jämedast ja peememast lakitud vasktraadist ning seemnehelmeste segust. Lisasin lindist lipsu.
This is so silly, but true. Sometimes making jewellery has the effect like drinking alcohol and it also has like... hangover as aftereffect too... I've got loads of ideas, beads and I really-really like to bead, but I don't have any strenght. Soul is empty and bleak and seeing beads makes me nauseous... and the fact that all the beads and unfinished projects lie around does not really help at all...
To have some relief to the ideas that will not leave me be (not even when I sleep) and to the urge to bead I made something simple that didn't need much time and effort. Valentine Days hearts... don't know what to do with them. Maybe I'll put them on DaWanda and if they wont sell before the Valentines Day, I'll give them away as gifts.
Made them from two different coated copperwire and red seedbead mix. And added a bow from ribbon.
