A chronicle of the meanderings, false starts (which in retrospect, while sort of embarrassing turned out to be highly instructive), epiphanies, selective apathy (still evolving), wild mood swings, opinions (subject to frequent change), and life lessons of an inveterate dabbler (and her latest dabblings).

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Bead Store Booty

Although I guess it isn't technically booty if you paid for it. For it to be booty you have to plunder it, like at sword-point. Or you have to win a battle or a war or something and then just take whatever's lying around after everybody flees or bleeds to death. I don't think filching it qualifies it as booty either, that would just be loot. Or if you went and broke the window at the bead store with a baseball bat during a civil uprising and looted it. That would be loot. I guess this was just...purchases. Such a dry, lifeless word for something so LIP-SMACKING TASTY!!!

OK, I only bought a little bit. There just wasn't that much that appealed to me. And unfortunately nothing from the $2 rack spoke to me. Bunch of chips, I don't like chips. Unless they're barbecue Kettle chips. Or plain Ruffles or classic Fritos.

So here are my ACQUISITIONS (oh, that's good--sort of Trumpy):
I don't know what these are. Aventurine? Carnelian? Red agate?


Crazy horse stone and I don't know what. Purple aventurine?


Little glass eggs. About the size of pistachios.


Dumortierite.   
That's it. Aren't you proud of me? I could have bought more from the $6 table, but I decided I would only buy it if it spoke to me. "Pretty" was not good enough. Most of the stuff was strangely mute. I just didn't really have any idea what to do with it. Well, I guess I don't really have any idea what to do with those red and black tubes (it was sort of more of a muffled mumbling I heard. Sounded like gas). Or the eggs. And nothing really specific in mind for the orange rounds, but they would work so well in my "sunset sorbet" and brass pieces that I do every now and then. You can never have too much orange. Did I tell you I was a Buddhist monk in a former life? A lady at a carnival told me that. It doesn't look like the spiritual enlightenment part of that came with me this time around (I swore in a yoga class once), but (well, I guess I actually swore through a yoga class once) I still really like orange.

9 comments:

  1. Holy cow Keirsten you got some good stuff, booty for sure!! Those orange ones whatever they are are spectacular, very unusual!! I've never seen Crazy Horse stone around here or Dumortierite, LOVE!!! Look forward to seeing what you put together with them!! I wanna go to your bead store!! sniff sniff

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  2. Everytime I read your posts I pee! ROFL... you slay me -

    I love the beads in the crazy horse photo... the orange ones are cool and yes def in your sorbet stuffs... and the Dumortierite - girl I dont know what that is but I want some!!

    I'm off to look for some loot - ahh no no baseball bats, no civil up rising, guess I'm looking for purch... no Acquisitions.. ya - oh hey... I did a couple of Acquisitions for your etsy this afternoon - god I love your inspiration! :o)

    (HEADING to change pants...)

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  3. Besides thinking we need to pitch in and get Cindy some Depends if she's going to remain a fan, I love your new booty! I've been waiting for this Booty Call! since you posted your note that you were going to hit the shop for their sale. I sure wish I had such a great resource close by. The buyer has a good eye - both of you do.

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  4. Love your acqusitions! Those tube beads are dyed agates. Can't tell about the orange...
    Your posts always have me grinning - could you pass some of the fritos, please?

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  5. I love the colors on those eggs!

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  6. Oooohhhh, LOVE that crazy horse stone with the purple beads!

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  7. Ohh, I love the Dumortierite!

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  8. I just found your blog. Beautiful jewelry and I love your Quote of the Day. I linked it on my blog for all my friends and family to read.

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