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?
Here are some photos of my first little adventure into the world of simple pearl earrings.
And here are my first pair of big ass pearl earrings. They are 1cm in diameter and I think they’re fabulous darhlink!
And below is a photo of the earrings with my ruler so you know I’m on the level with the diameter! 😉
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.