One mans trash?

I was debating what to do next and having a little mini meltdown because I want to get creative and try new things. I currently have the creative role down pat. As much as I want to try new things I am enjoying the little bead caterpillars I have been making and I like that it is *my* style. I wouldn't steal something like that. I mean, how anti-gifted is that?? So here I sit debating leaving my fluffy beadwork for something different when Mr. F asks me if I am entering the hippy wooden bead twine stuff I made in the beginning. Let me explain. One night we were sitting in the living room admiring the wooden beads I had acquired. While wondering what I would use them for I started screwing around with them and some twine. After tying some knots and making half assed "clasps" on them, I thought they would go well with something super casual and put them in my jewelry box. I didn't give them a second thought until Mr. F brought them up. I admit, I scoffed at idea to begin with and then I thought, why the hell not. Sure, it's got that beat up look, but isn't that all the rage in hippyville? Does anyone else remember buying that hemp surfer boy hippy adornments? He's right, the wooden beads are very cool. So, in they go to be entered in the show. You know, worst case scenario it just convinces the viewers I am indeed another normal person without any beading superpowers. Otherwise I'll tell them it's the first piece I ever made and I was clutching it when I came out of the womb.

I don't know what I have against these going in the show. If I am willing to put them on my neck and wrist to be viewed by passerby's, why not on display for a bunch of scrutinizing artsy fartsys? Lord knows I am not above taking people down a notch or ten. Ha! You'd stop me if it sucked as much as I am trying to convince myself it does right?

You know what? Screw that. Next, I am making a bracelet just like the blue one only this one will be purples and blacks. Or maybe browns and golds. For me. Unless someone wants to buy it and then it's for them. There, that's solved. Phew. Now I don't have to stay in this agitated state and cry myself to sleep tonight.