Thursday, October 8, 2015

Bovine cat-naps

"Tonight unless you take some kind of chances dear
Tomorrow morning you'll wake up with the white noise."

The sleeping cash cow opened its eyes, lifted its head, looked around, yawned, and went back to sleep.

I'm not complaining. Sales are sales, I had a flurry, and I'm OK taking a breather. As long as Bossie stays alive and wakes up semi-regularly, I've still got it going on.

I've spent this week on the torch playing with a limited range of colors, trying to get a certain reaction that I've accidentally gotten before. I've heard it called the angel effect because where two particular colors meet a halo forms. By which I mean you get a double lined outline on dots and lines are double lines.

It's supposed to work with two certain silver glass colors, Black Nebula and Black Pearl, when you use them on a color called Opal Yellow. Batches vary and I wasn't having any luck. I tried it with Silver Pink and Tongue Pink but I finally nailed it using an odd lot of Pale Ivory.

Then I experimented with Silver Brown and Ocean Green on various shades of light and dark ivory, opal yellow, silver pink and tongue pink, which have interesting reaction lines. I also played with Copper Green and Cocoa which have a cool reaction line too.

So now I have a dozen more sets of 3 pairs strung and ready for some shutter-buggery. In the meantime, I'm relisting some older sets, hopefully at attractive prices. I've decided that at the end of October I will do a big inventory clearout and send a box of beads to Beads of Courage.

The only reason not to do it sooner is that I'm still toying with the idea of doing the Houston Bead Society show, Bayou City Bead Works. It's been moved back to its original location at the Houston Heights Fire Station. That puts it a longer drive away for me, and I feel very ambivalent about making a three-day commitment. I was never a vendor at that location but I did go as a customer and I remember the room as being small and the street parking inconvenient. The director has been calling me, wheedling me to vend, even offereing me a discount of the fee, and that makes me think it must be a very small show.

I don't think a lot of street traffic is likely and if there is any, those customers are more likely to want to buy something ready to wear than loose beads. I wonder if bead shows are becoming a dinosaur. I stuck my head in at the Stafford Bead Market last weekend and found it dismally small and ill-attended. Granted it was one of the first nice-weather Saturdays we've had so far this fall. But I strongly felt that I made the right decision to pass on having a table. I might just go by the HBS show and if it's a-hopping, well, there's always next year.

My daughter and grandson were here for an overnight visit, on their way to a beach house weekend with her dad, stepmom, stepbrothers and my grandson's stepcousins. My younger daughter and her boyfriend will be there too, and when Kandace posted a photo of the shore, I felt jelly. Neil had a long day today and went straight to softball and won't be home until 10:45 tonight. He's working tomorrow and quite likely both days this weekend. Hopefully we can have nice evenings, walks around the pond if the weather holds, and maybe we will finish the last book in the Harry Potter series and start the movies. We've been watching each movie as we finish each book.

Next up to read will be A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson. We've already seen that movie and I feel like we have to read the book to redeem the spirit of hiking the Appalachian trail that I feel sure the movie perverted. You can't have a 79 year old Robert Redford play a 40-something year old Bill Bryson without making a mockery of the subject. Not that I hesitated about seeing the moving. Any hiking movie beats no hiking movie.

We took Ryland to Build-a-Bear, something I was really excited about doing, but I think maybe he was a little too young. I'm not sure he even grasped the concept, although he was very decisive about making a monkey and naming it George. Kandace and I had fun dressing it. Camo boxers, a red t-shirt, overalls, black tennis shoes, and a banana. We gave it a giggle for a sound instead of a monkey sound. Ry was pretty indifferent about it when we got home, other than to keep wanting to untie its shoelaces. Maybe he'll grow to appreciate it more in time. Kandace took lots of photos and Ry loves looking at photos of himself.



And today they were gone, after we had a bite to eat at Panera. I came home and did 3 miles on the treadmill for the one and only time this week. Last Friday, for no obvious reason, I had some pretty severe sciatica. Each day since it's been a little better. Neil and I walked the lake loop 4 days straight, yesterday we skipped in favor of pizza at Grimaldi's, but today I was out of excuses. I watched the last episode of Season 4 of George Gently, thinking it was the last one, and discovered that there are two more seasons, eight more episodes, on Netflix (with another season in the wings). This is good. I'll probably watch something else in between. As good as they are, they are formulaic, much like the Morse and Lewis series.

I was amused to note that the actor who plays Inspector Gently is Martin Shaw. Inspector Morse was played by John Thaw. They actually killed Morse in the final episode of season eleven. Thaw lived a couple of years more, but it's my understanding that he knew he was terminally ill at the time the final season was filmed.

After enjoying The Fall, and especially Gillian Anderson's fine performance, I thought I'd watch the X-Files (a show I'd never seen before). I only made it five episodes in. It's seriously dated, considering that 1993-2002 really wasn't that long ago. But I couldn't connect American FBI Agent Dana Skully with British Metropolitan Police Superintendent Stella Gibson. Anderson is bidialectal (shifting between accents, i.e., American and British) but apparnetly my brain isn't. Plus the show is seriously stupid. I like the supernatural, I liked watching Grimm (which could be silly at times), but X-Files completely missed the mark for me. Not to mention, I was distracted by Anderson's lips. She must have been doing something like botox in her X-Files days, because perky, pouty Skully and edgy, tight-lipped Gibson have totally different mouths.

Anyway, now I'm sitting here, obsessively checking Facebook for Buy-it-nows, which is not a good place to be. So I'll probably get a bit of supper and watch some flatscreen. I'm also thinking about what to make tomorrow. Some Christmas colored pairs I think. I'm waiting for a nice cool day to use some gold leaf again and some pixie powder. Maybe I'll pull out some powders and enamels tomorrow. And another set with fine silver and frit. I love making reactive dot beads but I'd better be sure I can sell them before I make more.

Recent reactive dot beads.




"I've been watching you waltz all night Diane
Nobody's found a way behind your defenses
They never notice the zap gun in your hand
Until you're pointing it and stunning their senses

All night long, all night long
You'll shoot 'em down because you're waiting for somebody good to come on
All night long
But you'll be sleeping with the television on

You say you're looking for someone solid here
You can't be bothered with those just for-the-night boys
Tonight unless you take some kind of chances dear
Tomorrow morning you'll wake up with the white noise

All night long, all night long
You're only standing there 'cause somebody once did somebody wrong
All night long
But you'll be sleeping with the television on

Your eyes are saying talk to me
But your attitude is, don't waste my time
Your eyes are saying talk to me
But you won't hear a word 'cause it just might be the same old line

This isn't easy for me to say Diane
I know you don't need anybody's protection
I really wish I was less of a thinking man
And more a fool who's not afraid of rejection

All night long, all night long
I'll just be standing here 'cause I know I don't have the guts to come on
All night long
And I'll be sleeping with the television on

Your eyes are saying talk to me
But my attitude is, boy, don't waste your time
Your eyes are saying talk to me
But I won't say a word 'cause it just might be somebody else's same old line

All night long, all night long
We're only standing here 'cause somebody might do somebody wrong
All night long
And we'll be sleeping with the television on."

(Billy Joel - again)

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