I'm Not Being Sued!

In my last post, I received comments from 3 people who are ARTISTS. I mean real, honest-to-gosh people who are very, very good at what they do. Seriously. Valeri, of dyeing 2 sew and Farne Designs, does gorgeous, beautiful art quilts and she dyes her fabric herself. "Mamarox", of SassyArtGoddess.com, makes the most beautiful beads and pendants, and I want to be just like her when I grow up. And she's also very nice and isn't going to sue me. And Cluny Grey, of The Cluny Chronicles and The Jewelry Blog, designs jewelry that, when I first saw it, said to myself, "Oh, hunh-unh! You didn't make that! Everyone knows they grow like that and you buy them at the store." (Like pickles. Does anyone besides me remember how old they were when they found out pickles don't grow, you make them? Hmm. Maybe it's just me, then.)

Anyway, I'm sort of in awe that these people actually wrote in my blog! These are people who are so talented they shouldn't be wasting their fingers typing comments in my blog! They should be making more beautiful things!

Oh, here's some more stuff I did. It's not all finished, yet.
I don't know why it's blurry. It's not like I shook the computer while I hit the "scan" button. The original came out cleanly, but not this. Oh, well.

Some of the faces are hollow and are pierced, and others are solid, with findings so they can hang. I want to make a couple of beaded pins with the hollow, pierced ones. The flat beads still need sanding.

I sooooo need a digital camera!

I guess I'm being a little dramatic. Probably I should calm down. But the reason I had to write all of the above is that all three of them, true artists, said basically the same thing-- there's nothing new, really, and I just brought my own spin to things. And I feel so much better, now.

I think it's left over from my childhood. In 4th grade, I entered a cake decorating contest, and made a doll cake. I was disqualified, because the judges said a 4th-grader couldn't do "work like that." And in 5th grade, I almost got in trouble for plagiarism because 5th-graders aren't supposed to be able to write clearly and have as large a vocabulary as my report on Colonial America had. The teacher apologized later. (I got disqualified from the cake-decorating contest that year, too-- made a wedding cake. Never entered another one again.) And in 7th grade my best friend, who could draw like a fiend, accused me of copying the pictures of people I'd drawn and had stuck on my bedroom walls. She told all my other friends I copied, and I had to sit down and draw for them, to show I really could do it by myself.

So, see? And now I have REAL, TRUE ARTISTS telling me I'm doing just fine, and to just keep going. So there, Bob Dale. And Nora Smith. And Nancy McClure!