Weekend Warrior

If I am indeed a weekend warrior, I am quite possibly the wussiest weekend warrior to ever...warrior on the weekends.  I always wake up bright and early on Saturday morning...okay, scratch that, I slowly drift into consciousness as one of my two dogs pounces on my middle and licks my face like their life depends on it. Or, at least, their bladder.  Either way, I wake up with a head full of fun things I want to do with my jewelry. 

I mean, look at those colors!  All the possibility wrapped up in a few rods of gorgeous glass. Sadly, however, other things must come first. This weekend, for example, there was cleaning, cooking, shopping, boring, boring, boring, taxes--I did not do  my taxes, but I did organize all the pertinent documenation. I leave the doing to those wiser than me. At least I think our accountant is wiser than me, although my husband believes that she is a social vampire. I'm not sure about that, but she does contextualize a mean W-2, and for that, I love her. Once we got past the yuckies that must happen every weekend, I finally got down to some real business.

I'm calling them Peacock Beads. As yet, they are simply that, beads that kind of resemble a peacock.  That is where the Precious Metal Clay comes in.  I want to use the PMC to create components that will really show these guys off.  I pulled out the PMC for the very first time this weekend--I'm a total newbie at it--and I got mixed results.

These are some pieces I made before the firing stage.  Once fired, all the organic material will burn away, leaving a solid piece of silver. At this point, I looked at them, and with a sinking heart, thought to myself 'Really, Amy? Really?' At which point my sweet husband said, "Remember how your glass looked when you first started?" I do indeed. So, I will soldier on. I will post more of my PMC efforts soon.

The PMC started out odd, and it's always so hard to learn something new.  But, you know what? It's also hard to take the first steps in a four mile run, but I did that this weekend too. So, I'll keep going. One thing I've learned from running is that you can keep going even when you're out of breath, and your foot kinda hurts.