My Origin Story, Or How I Went On A Field Trip and Was Bit By the Beadbug

So, one day, my friend D asked me if I wanted to make some jewelry.  She’d been doing it for awhile and loved it.  Did I want to go to a craft store and take a look?

Did I?  I wasn’t sure.  My whole life, I was fascinated by art and craft, but I never found an art or craft that I could do well.  Couldn’t draw, paint, crochet, play an instrument, sew, you name it, I wasn’t good at it.  And it frustrated me!  Both of my parents were artists, we had their paintings hung on the walls at home.  But me? Nope.  And I gave up hope that I’d ever find a medium I could work with.

Then I became a writer.  I read a lot, I was an imaginative person, and in spite of my clumsy hands, I could still craft an image with words that could tell a story, create an atmosphere, could evoke a new view of the world, and you know what?  I loved that.  And I spent a lot of time doing it.  When I read my favorite authors, I would not just enjoy the work,  but I would try to figure out the way the authors created that made them my favorites.  I was reading a lot of horror fiction back then, and that’s what I wrote.  Had a thing for vampires that went on for a long time.  Ah, memories.

Ultimately, I gave up writing for the most part after this momentous field trip.  It hadn’t seemed momentous, at the time.  That day, we wandered around Michaels in a dazed overwhelm.  I hadn’t spent much time in that store before.  But on that day, all I saw was shelf upon shelf of endless possible art and craft opportunities.  So many ways to fill one’s time with creative challenges and results – I was in love!  I was crazy about “wedding cake” glass beads, because the color was bright and they had shiny gold on them.  The header pic is an early piece – the metals don’t match, I didn’t even think about that then, but when I see this piece, I still love it.  I still wear it.  It symbolizes that I have learned to craft beauty with my own fingers, something I always longed for, and all it took was a friendly suggestion and a trip to the magical land of Michaels.

I don’t know what pulled me in – I had a thing for color, texture, arrangement, and eventually, design – and I never left it.  I still love all those things as much as I did on that first day.  And then I made my first bracelet, and I was sold.  Now I’ll take any spare minute and make something.  If I can’t get my hands on actual beads, I will design in my mind, grab a scrap of paper, jot it down, save it for later.  Everyone close to me knows that faraway look I get when I’m stringing in my head, and luckily, they have learned to let me, because when a design wants to be made, it won’t stop pestering me til I work it out, on the beadboard or sketchbook.  And I don’t mind it, and have no plans to stop  I couldn’t, actually, because after the first bracelet I went on a bead-spree and am determined to use them all before I’m done.  Yeah, that beading bug bit me pretty hard, but I can’t imagine not doing it.  I love it way too much to stop now.  I think I must have been a crow in another life, because, man, I adore the shiny and can’t wait to get my claws on it!  Speaking of which, this crow has a brightly colored project on the board, so I’m going to finish it now.  I would love to hear other people’s arts and crafts origin stories, right here or over on FB at https://www.facebook.com/JuicybeadsJewelry/.  Please feel free to share your tale with pics, if you have them!

3 thoughts on “My Origin Story, Or How I Went On A Field Trip and Was Bit By the Beadbug

  1. These are so gorgeous, T! I am in envy of your use of colors and placement. And I love that you started a blog on the creative! Can’t wait to see and read more!

  2. You are just SHINING so brightly here in this post Tracy! So glad you found your thing – your juicy beads are beautiful and I still love the necklace I bought – always reminds me of the sea. xoxo Barb

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