Remember the earrings I was working on?
I spent a good part of Friday night just staring at them.
Wondering why they didn't speak to me.
Something was off.
They didn't sing to me.
It didn't feel like they were completely mine.
It's true, sometimes we make things that we don't love...
I realized that the commercial components that I used for the dangling parts,
instead of making sweet music just sort of fell flat.
It wasn't truly made by my two hands.
And I wasn't loving what I was seeing.
It really didn't look like what I had envisioned for them.
I felt like I had failed my roses.
Like they had gotten all dressed up for the party
and I came to pick them up on an old rusty bike.
So I did what any crazy person would have done.
I took them all apart.
Removed those pesky dangles...
ick! and threw them in the scrap pile!
I cut wire, balled ends.
Made filigree leafs.
Twist, bend, shape and twirls.
Thousands it felt like.
Hours flew by.
Hammering, sweating in the studio.
Bending, shaping.
Soldering, pickling, tumbling....
Looking at my new dangling leaf vines.
I feel so proud. I think I have done them justice.
They are so me.
And my beaten up fingers and broken nails are proof of it.
If something doesn't feel right,
it probably isn't right.
And it feels so rewarding to do something about it!
Even if it takes hours to get there.
Photos to come in a day or two.
Right now I am too busy staring at them :o)
And they'll be in my Etsy shop on Friday at 3pm.
love ~tess
