Uh-Oh Yellow!

Why do I do it?

Everytime I have the urge to make yellow beads I always tell myself 'They'll look rank so don't waste the time, glass and gas, Laura!' but I never listen to me and off I go. I make one yellow bead and I think 'Aw, that's nice!' and I make another couple and they look all Springtimey and pretty and I think to myself that this is going to make such a lovely Eastery kind of set and by the time the beads are all baked and cool I'm like 'Oh yeah. That's why I don't make yellow beads!' and I'm never happy with them.

This set of yellow beads is no exception. Next time I get the yellow bead urge I shall make sure that I don't act upon it.

EDIT : I just want to point out that I don't hate yellow as a colour. I like it in moderation and as an accent colour but I find that as a predominant bead colour it's just not for me.

Goodbye Fuglies!

Yes, they're all packed up and ready to go to their new home!

Mary, I didn't wake up and look at the beads in a different light. Instead I liken it to waking up and finding Paul Daniels next to you. But as I said yesterday, one woman's fugly is another's ideal. Debbie McGee needs some kind of award . . . . .

Anyway, rancid magicians aside, all your reasons for wanting the beads were great and in the end I couldn't pick a favourite reason so I did a random drawing. Not an off-the-wall sketch I hasten to add, but a name-in-the-hat type affair.

And the Fugly Blue Beads will be going to live with Caroline B!

Thanks to all who joined in. It was a bit of a laugh, wasn't it?! Hopefully it'll be a while before I do a Fugly Giveaway again but I have plans for a Flovely Giveaway in the near future. (I told you I'd be using that word, Lydia!)

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!

When beads go bad!

Sometimes you think you've got beads in a nice colour combination cooking away in the kiln and then you eagerly open the kiln after hours of waiting for the beads to cool and . . . . . . bleurgh! What you thought was going to be lovely light brown and pale blue ends up being insipid yellow and washed-out aqua. Horrid!

Aren't these nasty?!