I was immediately drawn to all the grasses with the the little red and pink flowers peaking through. It wasn't until while making my bracelet that I began to remember the lakeside house I used to visit when I was very young. The house belonged to my aunt and uncle and it sat upon a big wooded hill. There was a long winding trail that lead down to the lake and I remember tromping down to the water's edge with my mom and cousins to pick cattails and wade along the muddy shore.
The house had a small office that my uncle kept off the screened front porch. I remember being told to be careful not to touch anything there. My favorite thing to look at in his office was a collection of decoys and wooden duck calls. ...Sometimes when we little cousins would become bored and unruly, my uncle would take out the various duck calls and show us how to quack.
And so here is the inspiration piece:
An 18 strand seed bead bracelet featuring a cattail bugle beaded focal, bead tatted jump rings and a watery green lampwork bead by Tom Gromwall at The Jewelweaver.
Thanks Jennifer for sharing your photos, inspiring me to create something... and remember ;)
Hi Lisa,
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love the bracelet it is gorgeous.
Therese
Very cool...you really captured the feel of the photo!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful use of color and the feeling of grass and reeds.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, gorgeous rendition of the pictures you shared I love it!
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOSH! This is AMAZING!!!!! I am so glad you remembered those early memories and were inspired to create this amazing piece!
ReplyDeleteI love this and your story! Cattails are some of my favorite things and you captured them beautifully.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful interpretation of the photo and your memories. I just had to look through your photos and am amazed by your gorgeous beadweaving! Lovely work.
ReplyDeleteAmazing inspiration! and that bracelet is to die for! lovely work
ReplyDeleteYour bracelet is awesome! I love its colors, shape, and character, as well as the memory that leads you.
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