Yesterday was a great day.
Hui.2 decided to take an early nap and Hui.1 woke up late. So we started our day around 10:30am, had breakfast, then ventured into the studio where we watched Teddy Ruxpin, cuddled, and I actually got to sit at my workbench. Hui.2 was still fast asleep (I kept checking on him because I was paranoid) and after flipping through my stone book, I decided I needed to make myself a Rock on a Rope with a ruby for some extra vitality. I wanted to add some morganite to it for some Divine Love, but how could I make them work together? My favorite design didn’t fit my needs at the moment. I wanted a single, solitary stone, but I also wanted to reap the rewards of both stones. Hmm.
It’s still a Rock on a Rope, even though I added a single morganite bead to the end of the extender chain! Ding ding ding! And of course, I felt the need to make it in rose gold. Perfect! I haven’t made anything for myself lately, so this was a nice treat. I also added a solitary, faceted rose quartz to hang out with the morganite. Divine Love, romantic love, and vitality is a powerful concoction. This strand of rubies is very special and I’ve only taken 2 beads so far, with very specific intentions. The first one I made as a tester bracelet with some Chinese Knots and chain. Again, a very simple design with the knots framing the stone (like most things, I need to make more and take photos). I wore it for a day before feeling the urge to give it to my sister. My intuition was saying the ruby did its job, and it was time to pass it on to her.
As soon as Hui.1 went down for a nap, Hui.2 woke up from his 3-4 hour nap. So we nursed in the studio, nicely curled up in my La-Z-Boy recliner (best investment I ever made for this new baby), streaming more Dawson’s Creek on Netflix (in my defense, I’m waiting for last season’s Grey’s Anatomy and Once Upon a Time to be on Netflix so I can catch up). It was perfect to have some much needed quality time with both boys individually, as well as having some time to truly spend in the studio. It’s simple pleasures like these that wards off postpartum depression and gives me hope that life with two kids two years apart won’t always be so chaotic.