Midnight Beader

Posted by Rebecca Stone on January 31, 2010
Jan 312010

All of Tucson must be simply abuzz (atwitter?) with the huge gem and jewelry show in full swing there. A relative newcomer on the scene, I have to admit I’ve never been to this three-week megashow. I can’t even imagine: the Pasadena and Santa Monica shows alone make my head spin, and the Tucson show is legendary for its size and scope. Besides the official venues, stories abound about people selling rocks out of their hotel rooms and out of their cars. Colored-stone.com, the site for, well, Colored Stone magazine, one of the Interweave publications, puts out a terrific show guide. Heck, just reading through it makes me want to hop in the car and drive east. Who knows, maybe I will.

In my last post, I mentioned meeting Mr. Khan, of MineGem. He kindly offered to take a few of my necklaces with him to AZ. I had a couple of them ready to go, but designed a few more with some of the stones I had purchased at the Pasadena show. Among my necklace designs: Ruby zoisite and silver, citrine and prehnite, appatite and moonstone, Peruvian opal and black onyx, garnet and emerald and serpentine with amethyst and freshwater pearl, and aquamarine and rhodocrosite. Most include Swarovski crystals. Boy, I pulled some late nighters there, finishing touches and all, to get them all ready and shipped on time. We’ll see… It seems that right now, folks are more into buying jewelry-making components, than the actual jewelry itself. But nothing ventured….

Can't get enough of that ruby zoisite. What a wonderful stone.

Can't get enough of that ruby zoisite. What a wonderful stone.

After the o’dark-thirty scramble to put all my pieces together, and standing in line at the post office, I rewarded myself with a walk in Bronson Park, here in Hollywood. No agates here, but after the rainstorms of the past week, I knew I could count on a small waterfall about a half-mile up the trail. Something about moving water soothes my soul.

I stayed there for a while, listening in relaxed oblivion. Near sunset, as I headed back down the trail to the car, I heard the beginnings of the nightly coyote call and response sessions, and walked past a marsh, alive with the sound of frogs. Los Angeles is certainly a crazy quilt of contradictions. Expanses of sagebrush-covered hills, a quiet grove of trees, a waterfall and stream, wildlife in action, and all just a few blocks from the star-studded pavement of Hollywood and a different type of wildlife.

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