My ideal couple
~ Rupert Graves as Lt. Colonel Robert Greville and Amanda Donohoe as Lady Elizabeth Pembroke, The Madness of King George (1994)
Continuing my obsession with Czech glass beads, I came upon this blog by Wild Thing Beads. They chronicled a recent trip to the Czech Republic to tour factories and buy beads (sounds heavenly): http://wildthingsbeads131.blogspot.com/2014/05/may-16-very-busy-day-today-seeing-many.html
This video shows ” the last remaining glass button pressing hut in Czech Republic, located in Smrzovka. We were able to watch buttons being pressed and ground by the last two button pressers alive. Once they retire, new button production will be over.”
"The last two button pressers alive" just sounds so sad.
I’ve been reading about the Czech bead industry and it seems they are having a hard time competing with cheaply made beads from China. Also, they’ve had longstanding issues with order fulfillment, in addition to worldwide distribution problems. Many skilled German beadmakers were expelled from the country after WWII, which also contributed to the industry’s decline.
There is also a history of prisoners making glass beads. I read an account of a man showing up at a bead show to buy samples of the beads he’d made in prison to show his family.
Another fascinating tidbit:
A lot of the stringing used to be done in homes. Many times the beads that didn’t make the cut were scattered in gardens, placed in driveways or even buried in the foundations of buildings.
One such driveway:
^This photo is from another very informative blog, which really addresses the hardships facing the industry today: http://beadmuseum.wordpress.com/2010/10/17/a-city-with-a-heart-of-beads-jablonec-nad-nisou/
I wonder if I’ll ever have enough beads to make a bead driveway?
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.
- Vincent Van Gogh (via thatkindofwoman)
"One day when my mother and father were singing together in the forest, a great storm blew up out of nowhere. But so passionate was their singing that they did not notice, nor did they stop as the rain began to fall, and when their voices rose for the final bars of the duet a great bolt of lighting came out of the sky and struck my father so that he lit up like a torch. And at the same moment my father was struck dead my mother was struck dumb! She never spoke another word."
I live with 2 black cats aka panthers.
They are very protective of me.
They will maim and eat you.
Unless you are a vacuum cleaner.
You can suck me down to hell.
And they’ll be all “Sorry, babe. You on your own.”