Jew-a-wy

When Belles was younger, she could not pronounce Jewellery.  She called it Jew-a-wy.  And it stuck so we both call it this.  I'm not the worlds BESTEST jew-a-wy maker but I do enjoy the process and that is what crafting is about.

Last week both Belles and I visited a bead shop in Wigan.  I had no idea it was there until I took a look at some premises in the same courtyard.  Both she and I were like kids in a sweet shop.  Belles spent her pocket money on random pieces and beads for no other reason than to admire and run her fingers through.  I, myself, ran amok with tasty little morsels to saliva over and claim as my own.

It wasn't until tonight that I've given myself some "me" time to construct a couple of treasures.  Although, whilst fiddling and faffing, I have reminded myself that I really must remember to wear my specs (uh - not happy!)

This necklace here is a rework of an original neckle that I bought two years ago.  I replaced the pearls but kept the findings the same.

My problem is that I spray perfume on whilst wearing my necklaces which, over time, acts like white spirit on the bead's coating.  I was happy with my fiddly faffness and am happy to have restored it to its former magnificence.

And then, in my madness, I fiddly faffed with some pretty beads to make a book mark.

Then I realised that half the world have kindles so this little bugger will probably look better hanging off my right ear.

Im sure the trend will catch on.

Love
Kirsty x

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