Hah!
And furthermore, Hah! I say. This is the sound of Ulrika having finished the triple-looped moss-covered color morph necklace of doom. And so I say unto you, Hah!
I ended up having to restring the whole thing in order to have enough extra thread to do the knotting. And still I was fighting with scooting beads out of knots with tweezers and subvocalized swearing by the time I got to the end. It turns out they really mean it when they suggest untold spare yards of silk to thread on, because knots eat a surprising amount of thread. Still, the fixed-needle knotting technique sped things up enormously (thanks for the link, Marilee!). And the re-string allowed me to make some small improvements in the overall bead layout while I was about it, but really, it could be a complete three alarm conflagration and I'd still be pretty damn' happy because IT'S DONE!
Which reminds me -- don't let anyone tell you that if something feels like homework that proves you don't love it enough to make a career of it. Anything -- ANY damn thing -- be it done for money or fun or love or even orgasms can feel like homework sometimes. Don't judge your love of anything by what it feels like when you hit a chore-point. That's like judging sex by how much you like it when he puts all his weight on the arm that's trapped your hair.
I ended up having to restring the whole thing in order to have enough extra thread to do the knotting. And still I was fighting with scooting beads out of knots with tweezers and subvocalized swearing by the time I got to the end. It turns out they really mean it when they suggest untold spare yards of silk to thread on, because knots eat a surprising amount of thread. Still, the fixed-needle knotting technique sped things up enormously (thanks for the link, Marilee!). And the re-string allowed me to make some small improvements in the overall bead layout while I was about it, but really, it could be a complete three alarm conflagration and I'd still be pretty damn' happy because IT'S DONE!
Which reminds me -- don't let anyone tell you that if something feels like homework that proves you don't love it enough to make a career of it. Anything -- ANY damn thing -- be it done for money or fun or love or even orgasms can feel like homework sometimes. Don't judge your love of anything by what it feels like when you hit a chore-point. That's like judging sex by how much you like it when he puts all his weight on the arm that's trapped your hair.