So Fugly!

These are quite possibly the fugliest beads I've ever made.

I hate them with a burning passion.

I hated them as I was making them. I don't know why I carried on.

Maybe I thought they'd magically metamorphose into beautiful beads after annealing.

But no.

I opened the kiln and they were still horrible.

I don't even particularly like this shade of blue so goodness knows why I even used it.

I thought maybe I'd warm to the beads once they were cleaned and strung.

Didn't happen.

One last ditch attempt - a photo. Maybe they'd look good in a photo? Like some of those scrag-ugly models who look awful in real life but are totally stunning in a photograph.

Negative.

I detest these beads so much that I put them in the bin.

Then I took them out.

One woman's fugly beads are another woman's ideal beads. Or man's. Didn't mean to be sexist there. It's just I've only ever sold beads to three men in my whole entire beadmaking life.

So, here they are. Do you like them?

If you do, post in my comments section and tell me why. Then I'll pick someone's reason for liking them sometime tomorrow morning and that (un)lucky person gets them. Free.

And then I'll be free of these fugly beads!