beads rebirthed {or, earrings made from a necklace}

I never spend much money on my jewelry.  We’re talking $10 and under for most pieces.  I like to change it up frequently, without guilt.  I like to hold children, without worry over what havoc they may wreak.  And yet when favorite pieces break I still feel a little sad.  Certain pieces, such as a red glass-bead necklace I bought on my first trip to Chicago, have a story that makes them precious to me despite their not-even-semi-precious gemstone status.  When my necklace’s cord broke, I put the beads in a bag in hopes of someday restringing them.  But when inspiration struck, it urged me to make something new instead of recreating the old.desk strewn with jewelry supplies

That started a frenzy of making “new” pieces from old beads I had lying around–and then I mentioned my jewelry-making to an aunt, who immediately sent me beads and supplies she was no longer using.  Oh boy!

desk strewn with jewelry supplies

Over Christmas vacation my niece and nephews did some beading with me, and then I made a pair of earrings for my mother, who just got her ears pierced for the first time in her life!  I won’t say how old she is but…older than me, obviously.  I adored the vibrant blue of these teardrop beads, but I don’t wear much blue so I knew these beads would probably end up as a gift.  They were great for earrings, and when I completed my project I realized its hue perfectly matched the post-sunset sky in the mountains.  Simply lovely!blue iridescent drop earrings match the night sky      What do you do with old jewelry?  Have you ever saved the pieces and transformed them into something new?

save me some daylight!

At first I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of setting the clocks forward.  But Sunday morning when I awakened to a sky full of sunlight and a tree full of chittering sparrows, I changed my mind.  It truly felt like spring!  I’d been waiting for a chance to dress for this sweet season.

I just bought the skirt this weekend at Forever 21.  I’d never bought clothes there before–I usually stick to their jewelry–but I really liked this because it’s lacy and (surprise!) a decent length.  I also got a few new pairs of earrings; here’s a closer view of the ones I wore with this outfit:

Real spring comes on the 20th, at least according to my planner.  I’m well aware that we could get any kind of weather between now and then, but for now I choose to focus on the fact that Sunday was perfect for a stroll and an apartment full of open windows.  What signs of spring are you noticing?  Do you get the urge to dress for a new season when the changes start?

jewel box/water closet

As promised, here is the story of Girl vs. Towel Rod.  There is a surprise ending.  But first things first.

Well, more like second things first.  I got in a rush and forgot to photograph the towel rod before I started dismantling it.  But I trust you all know what a towel rod looks like.  Here’s one end after the main arm was already removed:

That end pictured above didn’t want to be disassembled any further. I tried and tried.  No such luck.  So I moved to the other side.  Under the wall brace I found this little thing, affixed with three screws.

And what screws they were!  I have long fingers and these screws were two-thirds as long.  I guess I missed my chance to hang a completely saturated towel on the Indestructible Rod.  Seriously, it looks like whoever installed this thought there was a possibility that a future tenant might use the bar for chin-ups.

After many attempts, the right brace still refused to budge, so I started to think outside my original plan.  I decided to bring in some necklaces from the bedroom and see how they’d look hanging there.

Just fine.  Then I decided to use the empty arm of the hand towel holder for bangles.  Just to make the whole jewelry-hung-in-the-bathroom thing look intentional.

Finally, I hung the bunnies-and-duckling art that proved so lovable in our previous apartment. The illustrations are from Anita Jeram’s book All Together Now.

Here’s a glimpse of the rest of the room.  You could probably touch any of the walls from any place in the room.  Well, you couldn’t touch the door from the shower.  But otherwise.  My point is, it’s small!

That’s why I’m trying to keep it streamlined.  No candles, decorative dishes, or other non-essentials here.  I tried those things early on and decided they were a hassle.  I might temporarily borrow a candle from another room if it’s–ahem–necessary.  But I don’t give it permanent counter space.

So there you have it: our jewel-box bathroom all dolled up.