As a child, I can remember digging for buried treasure.
Oftentimes, I didn’t find anything special, but sometimes I stumbled upon interesting things. Like the old schoolhouse type bell I discovered while digging at home. Or how about that old skeleton key, that I still have in my jewelry box.
One memory forever that’s burned into my mind happened when I was about five years old. I remember digging for treasure, in my grandmother’s front yard. I cannot remember where my brother was, but I do remember one of my cousins joining me in my adventure. One of the treasures we discovered was beads.
Even at a young age, I’ve always been fascinated with beads. That particular bead resembled a pearl. As I gazed at it in my palm, my cousin and I tried to decide what I should do with this treasure. He might have suggested that I put it in my ear so I could have earrings. I might have obliged him (after some slight coaxing). Even then, I remember wondering how would I get an earring rom sticking the ‘pearl’ in my ear, but curiosity got the best of me and I obliged.
Admittedly that wasn’t the brightest move I’d made, especially when I finished with a raging earache shortly afterwards. My parents weren’t too pleased that I had to make an unexpected trip to the hospital, and I learned and important lesson. Trust your instincts.
The past few weeks, I’ve been wrestling with card ideas. In the back of my mind, I knew I should toss my bead making skills into the mix, but I balked. That is until yesterday…
Last evening, while my daughter was creating a “one of a kind paper doll” I turned my attention to my wigjig and started creating simple designs for cards, and various other items — that most likely will end up on some piece of jewelry.
The hours flew by, and before I knew it, it was time to put my daughter to bed. We both were satisfied with our evening, she got a chance to work on her drawings and I thoroughly enjoyed working with beads. The main thing is we spent our evening together, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
