Monday July 7th

As you know Monday is usually my favourite day of the week, as yet unsullied by the week ahead, a clean slate and that. This Monday, not so much. I hurtled into it without so much as a bye your leave and now I’m finished before the week has even got going.


The very sight of it brings tears to my eyes.

I had a fasting blood test this morning. Now the hospital isn’t far away (4.1 miles to be precise) but there isn’t really a direct route on public transport from my house, so I decided, apparently rather unwisely, to cycle. Firstly I haven’t been on my bike at all this year and secondly that was a FASTING blood test, yes I really am that stupid.

On the way there I was all, ooh look at me cycling along the seafront, not a care in the world and oh this is lovely, I do like living by the sea. Until I tried to dismount, my legs were not up for the challenge and slowly, oh so slowly I crumpled, sideways, off my bike! Oh the humiliation. Of course no-one rushed to help me because obviously it is not actually possible to hurt anything but ones pride when falling in slow motion. Instead the small crowd of onlookers chose to snigger, chortle and shout wittily “that’s one way to get off love”

I picked myself up, dusted myself off and then realised I had cycled exactly the right distance along but the only way to the hospital was up. First steep, steep steps followed by a final ascent on the pavement that looked, in my starved and somewhat woozy state, like Kilimanjaro.

I puffed, and heaved and crawled up the steps then the hill, I made it to outpatients and collapsed in a heap. They let me recover from my rather startling shade of beetroot, helpfully waiting until I was closer to puce before sticking me with a “sharp scratch” and I was done and out, 5 mins tops. Then it hit me…I still had to get home and the final stretch from the sea up to my house was, well, up, because that is the way the land goes away from the sea…

so. unhappy.

I staggered back down the hill, then down the steps hoping against hope that my bike had been stolen. Nope, that fucker was still there, in all it’s purple glory, smug and somehow mocking me. It took me an unfeasibly long time to unchain it and scramble on, my vision blurred by salty tears at the very thought of the torture that lay ahead. Of course the wind had picked up and was blowing directly onto my face which dried the tears sharpish and made the impending journey just a little bit more impossible.

I set off very slowly, I dropped a gear and then another until I was one of those cyclists whose legs are clearly pedalling but there is no forward motion. I changed gears upward, that was worse, elderly folk with zimmer frames cantered past me. I swear at one point my legs were pedalling so slowly I was actually going backwards. It took me an hour and a half to get home. I’ll say that again an HOUR & A HALF to do a 4.1 mile journey! Surely that is some sort of record.

Next time if someone would be kind enough to remind me the No. 1 bus goes from Church Road and stops directly outside outpatients, thank you.

New Focal Beads

Click on the thumbnail picture to see a rather lovely slideshow all biggerized up.

This week I have mostly been procrastinating.

Do you ever have one of those weird weeks? You think you’re on fire, getting shit done and stuff, the end of the week rolls round and voila,  a big ole pile of nuthin’…Yup that was my week, but that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy myself… I have raised procrastination to an art form.

I have made some beads though.  A strange and rather wonderful thing happens when I go into the shed,  it’s like a time vortex, I go in at nine on a Monday morning, two beads later I come out for a cup of tea and it’s 7pm a week on Thursday.

Must make focal beads

I decided this week that the focal bead drought must end, it had become too big of a thing for me. I got it into my head that I no longer had the ability or focus to make anything bigger than an accent bead, if  it took longer than 10 minutes I was in trouble. Basically I had lost my confidence. I set the intention that no matter what I made I this week I would make at least one focal, it might be butt ugly but it didn’t matter it was the making that was important. Hence the procrastinating, but eventually, after a gazillion sparkly accent beads I did it, I made not one but two focals – ha!

I was very happy with the results, the beads are pretty. I love the colour of the smokey blue one, I keep picking it up to look at it, which is always a good sign. I tried a couple of new ideas which didn’t really work but they didn’t ruin them either. More importantly the focal switch has flicked back on in my brain and now I’m thinking of complex, layered designs again.

Sparkly lampwork beads

Gazillion sparkly spacers and two focals



JudithBeads is open again

Just to let you know my Etsy shop JudithBeads is open again . I have reduced the prices considerably on most of the beads that I am renewing because quite frankly these beads need new homes to make room for some spanking new ones!

I have just listed this beauty and will be adding new beads on a daily basis. Check it out by clicking the picture of the bead.

Blue and teal lampwork bead with cubic zirconia

Blue and teal lampwork bead with dichro and cubic zirconia