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I have mentioned my addiction to creating beaded jewellery yet?  Well… I am addicted.  I love it and I hate it all at the same time because it’s fiddly and sometimes things just fling out of my hands as I am trying desperately to twist wire around the tiniest little bit wire space.  Argh!

However, I do love it more than I hate it.  I don’t actually hate it, it’s more that I think my eyesight might be a little worse for wear and I have a lot more difficulty seeing the tiny beads than I used to.  Oh my gosh, I am so showing my age now! 😉

Anyway, I have just discovered a love of pearls.  Fresh Water Pearls.  Swarovski Pearls.  Glass Pearls. Shell Pearls. Did I mention I love PEARLS?

Obsession much!

Here are some photos of my first little adventure into the world of simple pearl earrings.

Pearls with gold

Fresh Water Pearls – White with Gold toned hooks
Created: 17/12/2013
Artist: Selina Shapland

And here are my first pair of big ass pearl earrings.  They are 1cm in diameter and I think they’re fabulous darhlink!

Large White Pearl earrings with Silver hooks

Large White Pearl earrings with Silver hooks
Created: 17/12/2013
Artist: Selina Shapland

And below is a photo of the earrings with my ruler so you know I’m on the level with the diameter! 😉

20131218_091936So, why my obsession with pearls all of a sudden?

I think it is because they are so representational of how I am inside myself.  I sometimes feel like I have a bit of grit inside myself, as thought I am the oyster and the grit is some emotional upheaval that I have experienced and am trying to assimilate into my human life experience.  That grit just keeps on irritating me until I form a calcium barrier around it.  Eventually the grit stops irritating me and I begin to see whatever has been bothering me as an opportunity to learn, grow and experience something I may not have wanted to face but have needed to.  Pearls are beautiful representations of an internal transition from many raw and painful experiences that are magically transformed into a beautiful pearl to protect the soft flesh of the oyster (that’s me).

I don’t know if that makes sense to you, but it certainly makes sense to me.