Sometimes if I am kind of restless, I pick up some wire and my hook. I either make a bezel for a cabochon and see what happens or I start crocheting or knitting a few stitches. Not always, but often it helps me to calm down, and I don't even do it to have something to show later.
It may start with a tube when I suddenly decide to fold it up and knit a disk around that suddenly gets folded up over the first layer, so I can add a second and third disk which I wire together, so I can put something inside or maybe not because instead I turn it into a bezel after all and put a stone in there or maybe a bead and you know this would look fun as a ring if I add another layer and then attach it to some thicker wire or maybe not?
I do know this is not good writing, but my brain doesn't take a break to think about grammar or punctuation when it is in that mood. It just keeps running and babbling and ticking which may be a good thing or leave me with a tangled mess of wire that looks like an experiment gone wrong. Well, which it actually is.
You can't always tell from the piece how many layers went into it, but it doesn't really matter, does it?
Only the result matters and sometimes it ends up in the trash.
Not this one.
I spent more time on this pendant than I would want to admit, but I do like how it turned out.
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