This is before, front view.
Before, back view
I've never done this kind of beading before, where you bead on the actual object, adjusting as you go. I was up to the challenge.
The first thing I did was examine it with a magnifying glass to figure out how it was constructed. It was fairly straight forward. A skeleton frame was tied on the carving using what looks very much like gut or leather thread. It was in really good shape, so I left it on. The beading itself, which was simple peyote stitch, had been done with cotton thread. Not a good choice as you can see. Cotton, being a veggie fiber, degrades quickly when you've got the oils and acids that come from human hands in the mix.
He wanted the head to be white with red patches and black eyes and nose. I chose crystal Fireline for the thread because it is super strong and lasts a long long time. I've discovered I love it for doing peyote. The rest was easy.
After, front view
After, back view
The finished project.
The weather has been beautiful, so I was able to sit out on the deck while working on it. Which brings me to the title of todays entry.
While working on the steer, out on the deck, minding my own business, something stung me on the top of my foot. I thought it was a yellow jacket, though I didn't actually see the assaulter. However, Sweet Hubby thinks it was a wasp (we have some really ugly looking big black ones around here that scare the you know what out of me whenever I see one) because of how the sting looks, and how my body reacted. Half my foot turned an angry red, the joints in my toes stiffened up, and I have never had a sting cause me so much pain. No amount of Benedryl or any other treatment took it away. It hurt for 2 solid days. Now, my toes are working again and it itches like crazy. That's a good sign.
Yesterday I was driving to the Rathdrum library for the Knotty Knitters meeting and something crawled up my pant leg and started stinging me. You have no idea how hard it is to drive while being stung. As soon as I could I stopped the car and hopped out. I stomped my foot and danced around to get the bug out (I'm sure passing motorists thought I was a nut job) and it fell on the pavement. It was a nasty black ant. I killed it, but I've got 3 lovely welts where it bit me.
Hasn't even been a week and I've been assaulted twice. That is why I believe the bugs are out to get me. That'll teach me for letting the spiders live that I found in the house this last winter. The ingrates!
Have a bug sting free day.