The green bottle bead is gone, given to a friend at work. She's blond and her eyes are blue but she likes wearing green. We'd spent an evening mounting beads with Argentium wire and then gave them all away. Dark beads for darkly beautiful friends, light beads for lighter friends and middling beads for those in the middle
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Your bead gifts sound very thoughful - I am sure they will be treasured!
I believe in fairies, but I do not believe in god - univerisal balance, methinks...
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This is what happens the older you get: You find you have too many projects and each one subtracts from the others and slows them down like putting up too many programs on a Windows computer.
I guess the operational question is not whether we believe in God but does He believe in us? I was shocked to read the real Irish folk tales. All that Disney crap just isn't true about the Good People. They are much harsher and crueler than you'd imagine, and in the stories it turns out they are really fallen angels or regular humans trapped for eternity in another plane. Eerie.
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My mother being Danish, we grew up with all of my grandfather's old story books. The
Hans Christian Andersen stories were never the flossy stuff that you see in the Disney films - these characters exemplified the harsh realities and hard consequences of the human decision-making process. They weren't princesses in waiting, and the endings were not happy ones... And I prefer them that way.
I'm not curious to look into some of the Irish folklore you mentioned... Sounds fascinating!
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