YOUR spoken words are roses fine and sweet,
The songs you sing are perfect pearls of sound.
How lavish nature is about your feet,
To scatter flowers and jewels both around.
Blushing the stream of petal beauty flows,
Softly the white strings trickle down and shine.
Oh! speak to me, my love, I crave a rose.
Sing me a song, for I would pearls were mine. (Paul Laurence Dunbar)
It’s Project Time
I found a square mirror with beveled edges at the dollar store for….a dollar!
I thought of embellishing with seashells but that didn’t seem quite right.
Then I thought of small polished stones, but that didn’t feel right, either.
I looked around and barely heard the whisper of the mermaid.
Ahh, pearls you say?
Pearls it shall be.
It’s a sensual activity. The pearls are cool to the touch and slide lovingly into place.
Here’s what I’ve been working on night and day. The captain made the X bench just before he abandoned me left to my specifications for the refurbished master bath, 10Wx18Lx15H. It’s the perfect size for a princess mermaid (or short person like me). I went to JoAnn‘s Fabrics and found the material and the pearl ribbon. I made the overstuffed cushion and hot glued the pearls to the wooden bench seat prior to attaching the cushion. I had originally planned to completely encrust the entire bench with seashells, but sometimes less is more, although that’s not my mantra–mine is more is better–but for now I really love the look of the single starfish on either side. The room is almost finished; I’ve given myself ’til tomorrow for the project’s end because it’s time to start prepping for Thanksgiving.