Starting Over....

It's one of those days when I shouldn't be allowed near miniatures...

Yesterday, it was fine.  I finished scoring all of the lines between the stones with my stylus.

Last night, I started weaving the desk to go with the wing chair.

This is as far as I got.  Tessie walked in this morning and looked at it and said, "Nice dressing table."  And walked back out.

I do wish that she would let me finish before she makes comments.  There is a ways to go on this one.

Then, this morning, it happened.  I was not meant to accomplish anything mini today.

I decided that the cottage needed a chandelier.

First I couldn't fine two sizes of round findings with the same number of holes in the edge or that were both divisible by the same number.  You need that for the swags to work.

I finally found a big one with sixteen holes and a small one with eight.  Then I couldn't find eight of the same little cups to hold the candles...Two were slightly different.  I decided to go ahead and try anyway.  Big mistake.

I decided to use regular seed beads and #8 clear beads for the swags...Another big mistake.

I wanted to use them, in case someone wanted to try one.  I thought it would be easier if the beads were readily available...Walmart has them.  And besides, I couldn't find my crystals.

Bad choice.  These are dull and lifeless. I went ahead and did it anyway, hopeful that they would look better when it was done.

They didn't.  Still kind of gray.

The rest of it didn't look too bad, but I lost two of the cups for candle holders. The flew across the room and then ran away and hid from embarrassment.

By this time, I started to think that someone was trying to tell me something..."Don't even try!"

At this point, I had seven out of ten fingers glued together with jewelry glue...Not a pretty site and very uncomfortable besides.

Tessie zapped back to see how it was going...Took one look and started giggling. 

It really isn't very polite to giggle at something that took all morning to do.  So...Instead of giggling, she started laughing.  Still not polite.

She walked around to the back side of the chandelier that was sitting on my tray.  She poked it with her big toe a couple of times and then looked me straight in the eye and said, "That is a dismal failure if I ever saw one.  What is it supposed to be?"

I couldn't really get mad about it.  I was too busy trying to get my fingers unstuck... I have made a few chandeliers in my time, but this looked like something that came straight out of a dumpster...

I am now going to go find the real crystals.  Then I am either going to find the right findings or go get some that will work. 

Chalk this up to one of those Mondays when I should have just went about the business of house cleaning and laundry and forgot all about miniatures...  Sometimes it just happens that way.

See you tomorrow.