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The Glitter Chandelier Earrings

WHEN Christmas approaches, one of the fun things we do at my editorial desk is a nice, warm Christmas party. Every one of us, takes the effort to finish and clear stories, and close pages in time to make a gathering possible (it's not easy to get all editorial team members together at one time, especially in a daily publication team). We dress to a theme, have great food, gifts! Last year, my Secret Santa, Sam, gave me a Byrd pen knife. It may be small, but it's the sharpest and sturdiest pen knife I've ever owned! It turned out that I was Sam's Secret Santa (we were each other's Secret Santa randomly through a draw), so I bought him a wind-chime - I tell ya, it not easy to shop for a burly man, who, is into knives and bug photography.
So when I got a female name in the 2010 draw last week, I was just too glad. Bavani, my team leader, is a woman, who, adores glitter and accesories, and that's just up my alley. I didn't need to hunt for a gift because I made her the Glitter Chandelier Earrings.

A combination of wireworks and looping, the earring is fun to do. I used silver wires to create U-shaped patterns with loops at both ends. For the beads, I settled on some glittery, bluish-purple, clear glass beads in Chinese lantern shapes and a smaller range of multi-faceted, glass beads in dark, purple-blue. I joined the U-shapes in tiers to form a chandelier-like shape, before hooking beads onto the U's. Depending on how long you want your earring, you can add more tiers by adding more U-shaped wires. That means more beads at each loop. I wanted it medium-length for Bavani, as she is petite, so I used only four U shapes to deck beads on. The glittery beads add glamour to this piece, and Bavani, as I know her, likes glamourous things :) 


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