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The Fairy Light Necklace


A gift for Doris
CHRISTMAS is just a month away. Many are actively thinking about gifts and my aunt Vic did too. So she asked me to make two sets of necklaces for her sisters, Doris and Julie. All she said to me was 'make something nice'. Big help there, but I guess, sometimes when the ball is in your court, it's easier to get a grip of things, as it can be fun to pick and choose and create something for someone.
Days later, I went into my work space and looked at all my samples and materials, and thought of Doris, a young pharmacist. Quite a few display samples shouted Doris at me. My attention, however, fell on this small, tangled up ball of beads, hiding at a far corner. It looked messy but once pulled at the opposite ends, it plumped up into a beautiful piece of necklace. My beading teacher calls it the Tarantula Web Necklace and it's one of my favourites. I love it's pixie edge and it can be a playful and formal design all at the same time. So there's something flexible for the pharmacist. In many ways, the design also reminds me of fairy lights that go around Christmas trees - there's something in the way the beads turn away from each other once they're knotted. I like that, so I call the necklace the Fairy Light Necklace. Besides, the idea of fairies are more appealing than tarantulas.

Fairy Lights
















This piece is also easy to make. Nylon strings and beads of choice, knotted into strands, combined and hooked. I used black glass bicones and brown beads for this piece, but it can be done with as much colour as one prefers. To get it dense with beads, more bead-knotted strands can be added. Semi-precious and precious stones are an expensive option but if you are up for it, then why not?  

For Julie, I thought of something in white pearls. I should be coming up with something real soon :)

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