Love him or detest him, doesn't matter. Bet Michael is singing in your head right now, all because of the title to this post and the way it sounds so much like "Beat It." Beats me why I'm in a mood to link you to all sorts of old songs this week, but hey, maybe I'm just "Heartless" when it comes to inflicting earworms on my online friends? Oh, and just to give your ears and mind whiplash from my radio newscaster weird segue brain, let me ask you this. I'm not a pop princess or a dancing queen, so this preoccupation with pop music is strange. Speaking of strange and dancing queens (and no, I'm not gonna go with M.J. again here-- it's going in a little different direction, LOL), if you pronounce ABBA as "ahhhba," then when asked what Fred Flintstone says, why don't you say "yahhhhhhhhhhhba, dahhhhhhhhhhba, doooooo"?
Ahem, back to the gist of the post. Bead it, just bead it, baby. That's what I've gotten the urge to do this week. Even before Ricky's niece Heather sent me a message asking if I know anything about glass bracelets (not the bangle kind, the bead kind!), the itch to bead the glass was wanting to be scratched. Of course, I know about glass beads :) I just like glass sculptures better because that's where I spread my creative wings without too many flight mishaps.
So, the question is, why in the world haven't I made beads more often so I could stay in practice? Remember all those admonishments that rang in your ears and scraped your nerves raw as a newbie? "Practice, practice, practice is the key." "It just takes a lot of practice." Alas, it is true for me, at least, that whatever I've been doing consistently is what looks best. . .and whatever I haven't been doing (such as beads, maybe) consistently looks best-be-thrown-in-the-garden.
This alabaster baby gives me hope, though. Yep, I think the bottom part of the Nile green alabaster looks frothy, but I managed to lower the flame and dethrottle the gas enough to keep from shock-popping the entire rod of glass all over my workspace. Believe me, that's a start! And the stringer work? Well, I put the symbols for "om mani padme hum" all around this focal, and they look decent enough. The thing about practice and stringer? I haven't practiced stringer work enough since I set up the big girl torch last June. I still haven't found that sweet spot of the flame where I feel like I could write a book before putting the nub of the stringer down on the worktable. I know those sweet spots exist because I found them with my Minor and with my Betta-- glorious spots where I could crank up the flame and still write smoothly. **sigh** Those were good spots, but they involved the dreaded practice, practice, practice.
Practice, practice, practice. . . That's gotta be the new mantra for me. Yep, I feel it. Gotta get some stringer work going on. . . and on. . . and on :)
Hey, Happy Friday! Remember, "Practice, practice, practice" can be a useful mantra for many different areas of your life. So, want to have a good time this weekend? Then, practice, practice, practice, baby :)