My Legacy

I was taught to loom bead when I was about 9 or 10, by my mother. She had learned when she was a girl....and I still have the first piece she made. Back then you made your own looms out of a wire hanger bent into shape with a bit of door spring or even a comb on each end. So simple but worked. I then graduated to a large wooden loom I made myself....hacking away with a saw and some scrap wood...but made it none the less. Then on each end I glued scraps of corduroy to divide the bead threads...and away I went. I taught myself to make rosettes, appliqué bead, bead weaving and on. I was so good finally that I was able to make and sell my pieces to gift shops and trading posts.
I love beads. I can just look at jars of them sitting in the sunlight, shimmering with all their colors and possibilities....and it just makes me happy. It is a tie to my mother who has been gone for decades. A tie of warmth and love and joy. I have taught my daughters and the legacy goes on.....bead by bead.