I Don't Love Blue

Without the supporting cones, the medallions at the ends of my twirly slider make pretty decent earrings.

And the Chinese crystals I bought in a feeding frenzy on a whim finish them off just perfectly.

I may have mentioned before that I'm weak for opal-style colours: those milky shades with a hint of translucency that seems to lend them an ethereal glow. If not, I'm telling you now.

So I acquired some opal grey/blue/lilac/something spade beads which I thought I would make into a necklace that I would love and adore and have and hold until death or fraying thread tore it apart or familiarity bred contempt or boredom or something; point is, it was going to be for me.

It's just a bit blue for me (which ought not to surprise me since most of the accent beads are on the blue side), so I'm hoping someone else will first feel and then submit to irresistible lust. For the necklace.

I'm especially chuffed with the clasp, because as it turns out, some time ago I apparently urgently needed some button beads in the same indefinable colour which I promptly put somewhere dark and out-of-the-way so that they would not guilt me with their presence because it turns out I have had (until a few minutes ago) absolutely no idea what to do with them.

As it happens, a pair make quite a nifty toggle-style clasp.

What I'll do with the other twenty-three I have no idea, and I may have to wait another couple of years before I figure it out, but I'm feeling much more confident that something will occur to me.

Eventually.