Posts Tagged ‘Living the Creative Life’
We moved into this lovely new condo several months ago, and as we get settled in I find myself trying out different work spaces for when I work on my beading.
I have found a set of bead organizers that I absolutely LOVE and I am slowly moving all my beads over to this new system. Sadly, this system is a bit more expensive than I would like, which means I can’t move them all over all at once. Still, while slow, this process has me rethinking how I organize my beads.
Mainly I work with seed beads, delicas and Swarovski crystals/pearls. Smaller beads that fit perfectly into the organizer’s tiny boxes. I haven’t even started on the larger beads I use for stringing. Though I have to figure out a better way to store my chains. They are one of the odd ball things I don’t have a really good way to store. I’m pondering using old spools to wind them on, but don’t actually have any old spools to try it out. So winding the chain on cardboard seems the next logical step. Hm.
The organizer that works wonderfully with these smaller beads would be the ones from Bead Storage Solutions. I get mine from Fire Mountain Gems and have had no problems with them at all! They have several options with regards to size, so you can definitely work with the larger beads, but for my purposes I stick with the smallest and have been quite happy with that choice. They even come with their own little labels that you can affix to each container so you can keep track of color, size, price, whatever you need to keep track of. These are my only complaint as the glue they use doesn’t stick well to… anything really, so you are going to have to make sure it stays put. A minor inconvenience to be sure, but one you should be aware of.
They even have a larger tray that holds all your tools and spools of thread and one that is supposed to hold your work in progress. I don’t use the last one because I have something else that works better for me, but as you can see, it’s a really great system.
I am currently working through each of the trays, putting like beads with like, and then sorting them by color. This will take a while, but it will be really helpful when I am looking for that one specific bead that I need for a project.
Another thing I am planning on doing with the seed beads and the delicas is creating a color rope that I can take with me when I go shopping so I don’t purchase the same color twice. (or if I need more of the same color I can match it to the new beads because sometimes the dye lots just don’t match up.) This will take some time, but will be totally worth it in the long run. Buying duplicates is always frustrating and while I will ultimately use the beads, it is rather wasteful.
I am going to use Herringbone I think, it works up fast and makes a wonderfully flexible rope I can keep with me pretty much at all times. Granted, I will have to see how long the sucker gets, but I’m certain I won’t mind keeping it on me even if it is a little longer than I expect. It’s beads, not much can go wrong with that. It’s a project I’m looking forward to for the mindless enjoyment as well as the organizing aspects.
How do you keep your beads organized? I’d love to see it!
I originally posted this on my other blog, the one I keep for keeping tabs on pretty things I come across, my writing and personal bits. I felt that this post spoke to my creative process enough that I should post it here as well. Enjoy.
First dream of 2015.
I am trying to protect my family. I am also trying not to kill the asshole who broke into my house, however in this kindness, I end up just torturing him for an hour to keep him down and I end up feeling really bad about it. He is relentless, he does not stop striving to do damage to those I care about no matter how many wounds I give him. I end up killing him anyway. It is the only way to stop him. My blade is dull and I waste precious seconds trying to find one that is sharp while he looms ever closer to those I hold dear. His death is messy and needlessly painful.
This is not an auspicious omen.
Lesson learned #1: I really need to sharpen my knives. Lesson learned #2: Bad dreams on the first of the year do not have to be bad omens for the rest of the year but they sure do start the day like shit.
At he urging of one of my friends I looked up information from Clarissa Pinkola Estes regarding ‘bad man’ dreams. She has written a book that I did not immediately have access to, but I found this blog post that gives me the gist of her work. Enough for understanding to dawn on me.
From Christina Lay of Shadowspinners: ” The Dark Man is no stranger at all. He is a force from within, a manifestation of our animus (Jung‘s term for the masculine part of a woman’s personality) gone horrible awry. The part of us that seeks to act out in the world has been locked up, for whatever reason, and essentially, is damaged by our neglect.
This holiday season has been flooded with illness. The last two months has seen no less than two bouts of sickness that has forced me to slow down and put off things I had hoped to complete. Even as I write this I am recovering from the flu that has swept the country so viciously this year. I have put off doing so much it is no wonder my mind has sent yet another reminder that my creative time is not a suggestion, but a requirement of my existence.
I tell myself I do not have time, but that is a lie. I do not have the motivation to set aside time. I wish instead to be lazy to focus on idle hobbies rather than things that challenge me, things that keep me on my creative toes.
Even my writing has become stale, my beads unorganized and uninspired.
I can do better. Even my subconscious knows this. It also knows that every so often I need to be reminded of this fact. I wish to be happy with who I am, which means I need to be a person I can be happy with. I have hopes and dreams and while I accept that I may never truly achieve all that I have set out to do in this life, it would be a poor choice to do nothing at all.
I will never truly be happy unless I am creating. Something. Anything. So it is time to begin creating again. It is not just what I do, it is who I am. It is who I wish to be.
It will be a slow process, and evolving process and yes, I will falter in my steps, but when the dreams return to tell me I have stumbled on my path, I will know what they mean and will thank them for the reminder.