A fortune in your bead history thank you for being you my friend.
Although I thrive in "creative mess", every so often I have to reorganize, re-sort, and re-label. Or I'd never be able to find ANYTHING.
I was just finishing up such a clean-up last night, when a stack of sectional bead boxes fell over and one dumped EVERYTHING on the floor of my studio. The loose beads that didn't fall out, spilled into neighboring sections.
I spent the next two hours sorting beads, one by one. Ostrich egg slices (two different sets), shipwrecked beads from Mali (three different sets), small white "snake" beads (two colors), three sets of white unfinished Venetian seed beads (NOS), and three sizes of clear Venetian seed beads (NOS).
It can be frustrating, until I get the right mind set. And then I actually find it very soothing. My "working meditation", if you will.
Er....need a hand? :^D
I could look at that picture all day.
The deep shelf is about 19inches the middle one 13 and the short shelf around 6. Old age, dry rot and industrial circumstances have decreed that my chevron cane pulling days are behind me. But I have plenty of work to keep me busy for a long decade to make beads from the cane I have on hand. I continue to find caches of odd cane in boxes and buckets in dark corners of my work area here in Stagecoach and up at the ranch too. Now and then I am pleasantly surprised to find a piece of especially treasured cane lurking in some container. None of these pictures show the compound cane I pulled several years back. But it's in the room too awaiting my attention. Once this big grinding shop cleanup and rebuild is done I hope to get in the rhythm of making 5 or 10 beads a week in there. So many projects so little time!
What a legacy!
Far in the future people will hold one of your beads and wonder about the maker...