| Original Message: And, Frederick, my apologies.... |
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...for not being more creative in coming up with a screenname. The truth is I get so tired of making up different names to sign up on this and that site, and not always being able to use the name you want prompted me to be lazy. I have seen during all my perusing that I have forgotten that in addition to you being "Frederick II", and just "Fred," that you were also "Just Fred." Maybe it was in my subconscious and that's why I chose it. I am 53, and I don't remember everything. As far as emulating people, I do love to mimic a person when they have an accent, not because I'm making fun but because I love them. No, I am not saying that I love you. And, only once did I try to copy a necklace completely in it's design. I did this when I wanted to make a necklace for someone that let me stay with them in Arizona which is how I got to see the Bead Museum. Well, the necklace was made with turquoise, silver, and some amber or phenolic beads perhaps. I actually used as my focal, in replacement of the cherry amber, a beautiful bead of African Jasper that was a beautiful chocolate brown and that I had purchased from the Bead Museum in Glendale. I wish I had photographs of both those pieces. I was proud of how my necklace turned out. I wanted to give something back. It took me a while to make it as I waited until I found beads that would give me the look of the piece I had admired. That was my putting the "fruit" in fruition then. I remember the day I was returning home from the museum. My friend had loaned me her car to go there and when I was heading back I realized I didn't have my friend's address and she lived in one of those communities where all the places look alike. Thankfully, she finally called as I was trying to figure out exactly which house was hers as I don't think I had her number with me at the time either for some reason. I was quite relieved as I was getting very panicked because I honestly hadn't any idea how I would figure out which house she lived in...there were no discerning features to point me in the right direction. I just remembered the details...I didn't have a cell phone at the time and she had given me hers which is why I couldn't call her. And, I guess I was in such a panic I didn't think to look through her call log to try to find her home number. Though this was before smart phones and I don't think I was all that adept at using her cell phone. I do remember how stupid I felt for not being able to find her place or thinking that I would remember how to find it. All rights reserved by Bead Collector Network and its users |
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