Oh this particular little addiction can cost you in valuable time and money.  Beadwork has long been a love of mine. I just only have so much time in the day. 

I have taught beading classes.  I have sold beadwork at craft fairs all over Southcentral Alaska – the Heritage Center, the Youth Corps in Palmer, Cordova, Talkeetna during the famed Bachelor Auction Weekend, Wasilla.  I even sold enough beadwork one year to buy an oboe.  That was a tough year because oboes aren’t cheap and that required a lot of menial and repetitive tasks and being nice to people.  Beadwork was not fun that year and I got a little bit burned out. 

Growing up ultra poor and indigenous in rural Alaska in the 80’s and 90’s meant one thing – you were subjected to programs put out by the school district.  By default of being born with brown skin and black hair and looking Eskimo, I was a part of the Indian Education Act/Johnson O’Malley program (IEA/JOM).  IEA/JOM would send out tutors for elementary aged children that were indigenous, and I was the only indigenous child in my school for a couple years.  This is in a rural area of ALASKA!  Ok ranting again.  I need to stop these rants.

Basically I was a nerd, and got very good grades.  I didn’t need no tutor for grades and homework.  Instead, my tutor lady (her name was Jeannie and she was lovely) brought out beadwork.  Jeannie also brought out native stories for me to learn about.  I made beaded medallions, little beaded flowers.  One year I was allowed to bring a non IEA/JOM student.  It was great. 

My beadwork evolved over the years.  I started making beaded pouches.  I have just one picture in this post and that is a peyote stitch iris I made into a hair barrette.  This was my original idea.    

beaded iris barrette