the rings of rare design
My little brother is letting me use his digital camera. AWESOME. FREAKING AWESOME. I love that camera. I like taking pictures. These are MUCH better. I shall continue to picspam until I get tired of this new toy.
The earrings. A sample, naturally. The beads aren't the ones I'll use every time, of course. You can choose from normal seed beads or the longer beads, shown here in white. The design is pretty much a prototype; naturally, every design will be a little different. But you get the idea. Also, they aren't this huge. This is a close-up.
( More pictures, some of jewelry, some of me and assorted things )
Other than that, nothing to report. Still making jewelry. Still haven't found a job. No Deep Thoughts that are impersonal enough to splash all over the friendspage.
Have discovered that I only introspect when I think someone I love is mad at me. This is because all of my imaginary friends are imaginary versions of real people. My fictional imaginary friends all died off when I hit middle school and discovered (other) girls, and the ones I try to create all turn into characters in stories, so they can't talk to me anymore.
The earrings. A sample, naturally. The beads aren't the ones I'll use every time, of course. You can choose from normal seed beads or the longer beads, shown here in white. The design is pretty much a prototype; naturally, every design will be a little different. But you get the idea. Also, they aren't this huge. This is a close-up.
( More pictures, some of jewelry, some of me and assorted things )
Other than that, nothing to report. Still making jewelry. Still haven't found a job. No Deep Thoughts that are impersonal enough to splash all over the friendspage.
Have discovered that I only introspect when I think someone I love is mad at me. This is because all of my imaginary friends are imaginary versions of real people. My fictional imaginary friends all died off when I hit middle school and discovered (other) girls, and the ones I try to create all turn into characters in stories, so they can't talk to me anymore.