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Bead by Bead
Jewelry, every color, every metal, was on my dresser. I would literally purchase jewelry from everywhere, Paparazzi, Avon, you name it. Hello, my name is Regina and I was addicted to jewelry. Well, sort of still am, just a little. So, it didn’t help that I learned to make my own. My jewelry-making started out as a hobby during a depression phase in my life. It was a mechanism of focusing on something that I could actually control. It was my means of meditating and winding down, not worrying about my troubles, as I was meticulous with the placing of each and every bead. But somehow it became a passion, because I would come up with a design just by looking at beads in the store. Like, those beads and accents can go with that, and vice versa. I would literally spend hours in the bead aisle at Hobby Lobby or Joann’s trying to pair up beads. The crazy thing was I just wanted to make it, not wear it. I find serenity and am in a place of focus when I grab the beading thread, take my scissors, and cut it preparing to bring the design in my head to fruition. I am in a state of Zen, as I turn off the phone, the TV, focusing on the creation at hand. No distractions for me, I am in the process of creating something unique that popped up in my head. Added happiness came when these creations became gifts for others, who were amazed and deeply appreciative. But I never imagined that the fruits of my hobby could turn into something much bigger. My designs were one of a kind, and those who were recipients of my jewelry knew they were getting an original design hand-made with concentration and love. That is when Ver’Evie Jewelry emerged as an idea. A multitude of hand-designed jewelry sets were created through my passion, not being worn, but just created. Why not start a business from my passion? Why not give all women a chance to own a one-of-a-kind design? This hobby grew out of something dark but allowed me to create beautiful things. This hobby was started by just watching a YouTube video. There was a bout of nervousness in pursuing this venture, but when you are given a gift, you must use it. Figuring out what to name my business was a process, going to my dad for suggestions. Then he suggested naming it after my mom. But there were two amazing women who made a great impact in my life. These women in their own way were one-of-a-kind. Ver’Evie Jewelry was named using part of my mother and grandmother’s first names. They were a big part of who I am today and wanted to honor them in some way. I can’t sew like my grandmother; she would always let me try my hand at it. I cannot bake cakes like my mother could, but I was always there next to her trying to learn. Their talents and gifts touched others, made them smile. Those are the memories that sparked Ver’Evie Jewelry. Beautiful, unique creations designed and put together by hand. Although, Ver’Evie Jewelry is just starting out and is small, my designs are my passion. Sometimes I look at what I made and redo them, so they are perfect. I am in amazement sometimes that I actually made some of those designs, no plan, no sketchbook, just my imagination. Being given a gift to make something is not always about profit, but something that could possibly brighten someone’s day, make them feel beautiful.
By Regina Greathouse3 years ago in Humans
The Panting Wall
The Panting Wall A wall with a bunch of canvas, that have paintings on them, in my room. The panting wall is my pride and joy. It has been a long time in the making, well since 2016, and even now I am still working on it. The panting wall consists of different paintings, the majority of them are rainbows, from different years. It looks like a three-year-old painted all of them because I can’t paint whatsoever. That makes it even more fun though. It just lets you try out different styles that you never knew were possible. But I just use my imagination and then put it on a canvas.
By Burnt Baguettes3 years ago in Humans
Maiden Voyage
A smatter of strange curved patterns colour the pearly white sky with orange and purple hues to form a surreal sunset. Cornflower blue and canary yellow join the mix displayed the unique aesthetic of a long forgotten, undying art. The smooth porcelain landscape curves down into a deep dry wasteland of doom and drought, awaiting the return of the floods to restore it to its once famed glory. Time moves slowly, soundless here as the society at large lies lifeless and depressed, their purpose lost in this now waterless world.
By Bree Beadman3 years ago in Humans
BEAUTY
I remember that it was a relaxing spring day. The air was calm, with no wind or breeze. We walked, my friend and I, along an isolated path. My friend, Melinda, was pretty of sorts, had long, long hair and was totally self -absorbed in her perceived beauty. I, on the other hand, was much more docile and demure. As we slowly walked in silence, I glanced up at the sky. The clouds were far from us and puffy white. We passed a lake with some swans. Then suddenly we came up to a garden of flowers. They were splendid and brilliant in color. We could smell their fragrant aroma. We settled on a bench near the flowers and I could imagine myself communing with the souls of these silent, living, beautiful plants.
By Natalie Marino3 years ago in Humans
Lost In You
Now this should be a treat. An invitation of delight. I was wondering when you were going to come around. Ive been thinking of you. Dreaming of you. Missing you. I told myself that when we get together tonight. Id make sure to be ooen to whatever you suggest and submit to your every desire. Besides. Id do anything to be with you. A girl like me needs you. To become the woman I need to be. Can't you see that baby? What's that you say? We're staying in tonight? Oh that's an even BIGGER delight. A little netflix n chill. I'm always down for a little THRILL-ER with you. I'll put that sexy red thang on that you like. You know the one that makes my butt look big. Yes. Just for you.
By Carrie Jones3 years ago in Humans
What Lies Behind His Eyes
Globs of crimson swam to and fro across the woman’s towering canvas, but it did not overcome her, for the raw, naked beauty which possessed her, made her seem equal to that of her work. Perhaps, her nightly lovers wondered, after nights of euphoria they had never felt before, nor would ever feel again, perhaps, she was her own work of art, and every piece she created was simply another offering of herself to the canvas. The woman had no care for an apron; muddled smears of paint could make their way from her cracked fingers to her loose, entirely too long hair, but she would have to notice said stains to begin to care. Today, on her balcony shrouded in an overgrown jungle of plants, many wilted in desperate thirst, the woman worked with a palette of deepest crimsons, which she had set aside on a frail stool teetering against the heavy breeze. In one hand, wet with pigment against the side of her palm, she held a thick handled paintbrush, sloppy with paint. Her other hand, laden with a tall stemmed glass of merlot, lifted the red to her already stained lips. By the time she would come to finish her glass of Sauvignon Blonde, the merlot being the choice of her previous nights partner, (who had chosen the bottle sporting a portrait of Marilyn Monroe, with stars in his eyes as he beheld the woman’s face, for her beauty, though much less refined and polished than Monroe’s, reminded him of her all the same), the woman would find herself drinking from the lip of the bottle in lieu of refilling her glass.
By Kendelle McElhannon3 years ago in Humans
The art of Acting is the Art of Pausing
Beyond presence and talent, good acting is often viewed as a verbal art form. Elocution, diction, projection and modulation, to only name a few elements, are believed to be the obvious and essential ingredients to a good monologue or performance.
By Philippe Stonebeck3 years ago in Humans