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Back in Black and White

Haven’t done any beading in AGES! I’ve had a few things bubbling away in the back of brain, behind the baking plans and getting my legs working again plans and throwing out half of our possessions in the next cleanup plans. I went to a committee meeting last night that was planning, not a Fair or a Fete, goodness no, we’re a boys’ school, we’re all about the RUGBY! But a day of some description. My subcommittee is in charge of the bit that makes sure the Day is not just a long line of stalls supplying men dressed in black and white with sausages in the afternoon and egg and bacon rolls in the morning. I could go on at some length, but I’ll save for later, shall I? It just made me think of black and white jewellery again.

The week after this Day is a grand and marvellous Black and White Ball and naturally some of us may want some black and white jewellery to go with our black and white frocks. I’ve been meaning to do another Bargello style necklace for ages and the last two I’ve done have been monochrome, so I think it would lend itself to black and white rather nicely. So to the choosing of the beads, and for any of you that have ever attempted to paint a room white, you’ll know that there’s white and there’s white. AmIright?

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I like to include Swarovski crystals wherever I can, and they only actually do two shades of solid white, chalk and alabaster. I only have alabaster, so that makes my white decision simple, stark white it is. The Ball invitation also suggests a touch of silver, so that’s going in too. The Bargello pattern that I use is from a 2006 edition of Bead and Button magazine and I’ve found that the pattern as written is a bit narrow and too short. The first Bargello necklace I made is the only one I’ve kept, here it is.

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I’ve not offered it for sale, partly because I rather like it, partly because it is too short and narrow and partly because it has about fifty bucks worth of kyanite as dangles. I think it’s kyanite. Kind of an olive green gemstone, in leaf shapes. It’s also useful as a reference for starting a new necklace, it’s always a bit discombobulating.

I manage to start it off successfully even with the distraction of having to shoo away a couple of Jehovah’s witnesses. I do wonder if they should have good hard look at themselves, the last few pairs have consisted of one non-English speaker and one very elderly somewhat English speaker. Different pairs. I think they’re losing their base. I haven’t the heart to play with them any more, they’re too pathetic.

I’ve only got a few points in before I run out of 3mm Swarovski alabaster bicones. What a shame, I’ll have to order some more from Fusion. Oh, and they’re having a 20% off sale, and there’s some interesting discontinued stuff. And I’ll need some more black and white beads, this will by no means be the only black and white piece of jewellery I’ll be making. An hour and a hundred bucks later…

Well, here is what I’m up to.

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I think it will work nicely. The question is, do I keep it for my own swanlike neck, or should I put it up for silent auction at the Day That Is Not a Fair? Or should I sell it for filthy lucre? Mmmmm, filthy lucre. My favourite kind.

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What am I going to wear?

Being the volunteer Treasurer for even a moderate sized not for profit organisation is often an invisible but very time consuming position. I’m a bit of an expert now on the super guarantee contribution for employers and what I don’t know about the Incorporation of Associations Act of 2009 really isn’t worth knowing. I’m also fairly familiar with all the ways an organisation such as ours can accept money and the ramifications and costs thereof, but where is any of that going to get me in my real life as a housewife? Nowhere at all, but you do occasionally get a very sweet perk like the one I’m going to tonight.

Tonight the University of Sydney farewells its beloved Chancellor, Marie Bashir, and I’m invited. Marie Bashir is an absolutely extraordinary, inspirational woman. Constantly cheerful, kind, really interested in the thousands of people she meets, funny, down to earth and possessed of boundless energy and enthusiasm. I’ve met her many times, but sadly each time I just stand there with my jaw hanging restfully down instead of engaging her in sparkling conversation. She’s the patron of our choir and has managed to come to all three of our concerts this year. She popped in the back door of our concert last weekend, startling our president who was waiting out the front for the big car with the flags and the aide de camp. She said “oh, I get sick of those aides hanging around all the time, so I thought I’d just drive myself”. The University is apparently having huge difficulty finding a replacement, but her husband has said he’d like to actually see her from time to time and not just on TV, so she’s agreed to slow it down a little.

I’m going to be leaving in about two hours, so no time to make any new jewellery. I’ve dug out of the wardrobe a black lacy Review dress that I pinched from my youngest sister some years ago and never returned. And I have just the necklace to go with it.

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I actually made this for a charity auction at my daughter’s school, but then they annoyed me quite a lot, so I’ve kept it. I’ve made a few of these as commissions in different colours. It’s a pattern I found in a Bead and Button magazine a few years ago, it’s quite tricky to start, especially if you’re using a lot of colours, but once you’ve done a couple of points you can let your mind wander. It takes me weeks to make, but I haven’t made one in a while so I might have a look at what other of my formal outfits this pattern will go with. It’s really light and flexible, but it has a tendency to travel from the central if you turn your head a lot.

I really can’t wear the ankle brace. No amount of fur trim or jingle bells is going to make it any better, so I’ll have to wear flats and not trip over anything. Harder than it might sound, I’m relatively clumsy. I hope I don’t get punished by having to wear it for a few more weeks. Don’t tell my doctor!