Hate it when the drilled hole in the top of a bead fractures. It makes the bead practically useless, and these chrysoprase beads just happen to be my favourite!
So what’s a girl to do?
Pretty much this is the best of a bad job. I just couldn’t do a thing with it except try to hold it with some silver. It didn’t work well as you can see.
I think this piece is about to be disassembled and the chrysoprase placed in the hospital holding cell until I can figure out the best way to deal with it.
I will never surrender!
After the chrysoprase tragedy I made a mini me to go with this big me.
Don’t ask me why.
So, I’m still fed up today. Still homesick. Still failing at trying to appreciate where I live rather than where I think I want to live.
On top of that I can’t keep a darn pot plant alive in the whole house!
Even the flora plots against me.
Somebody finished the last of MY cereal!
As I trudge through this dark day I will try to keep my eye upon this beauty.
I believe it’s the only thing that will give me any joy today.
That and my trusty side kick
Wally the Magnificent.
And while I wallow, I will try to remember the words of the wise.
Except I think he used a dash or two of rum to help him forget his problems.
Don’t have any of that handy.