Some New bangles.

Yeah...more bangles.

Making these are like knitting to me...

when I am stuck I go to the bangles to free me up...

I don’t have to think too hard ...just create and play...

add and subtract...I know how they will turn out (basically) and

the problem solving is minimal...so I am still working

without busting my brain apart trying to figure something out.

I’m working on new techniques and I have

to say...they are rockin my old standards.

What’s different?  The wrappage for one...

What I am aiming for is a bracelet that really looks

and feels like it came from some remote tribe

with not many tools and not a whole lot of things at

their disposal.  I wanted the wrapping to look thick,

like leather...old worn leather...used before but still

usable...I wanted more volume... more feel...so I 

wrapped it and then wrapped it again and then just

globbed on my secret potion of wax and scents and mojo.

It all started when I cleaned my workbench....I mean

really just swept the whole kit and caboodle into baking pans...

clean sweep...put those pans away and looked at just was left

in my table top “containers” and decided to work with what was

there in front of me...

I said to myself....use this stuff up...work with it...manipulate

it into something else...

and use the beads you have...Got this zebra one from a

gift package/ exchange...can’t remember who but dang so

cool....Thanks to whoever...wish i had a pile of these...

and my ever continuing journey of messing around with picMonkey

and now using photobooth on the Mac to get these shots of how

the bangles look on...and designing my beatnheart t-shirt and
playing America’s top model without a head.

Well...blogger is not letting me add more pictures and gee wiz

you just can’t  fight it sometimes...

The Universe is telling me to get back to the work bench...

But all is well...it’s hotter than hell

like 90 something but I’m feelin

good today...Husband is on his way

down the 405 South... from his LA Mid-town stu dee o...

maybe I can talk him into taking me out to dinner

cause i don’t wanna cook don’t make me no sinner

and after all it wouldn’t hurt if i ended up thinner...

(say that like you was (w)rapping...)

so peace out homies

till next time...

bh