Merit Badge!

[featherynscale]

I forgot, too, that I learned a clever and efficient way of making beaded drop earrings this weekend. I usually shy away from making earrings for a number of reasons. I don't wear different earrings with different outfits, (I have pretty much a single pair that I wear all the time), and so I don't usually think about making any. Also they require a lot more patience and precision than the other things that I do make. Of course, they also require less materials than my other stuff, but generally I have more materials than I have patience and precision, so you can see how that goes.

But I sorted out how to make them out of the same flexible wire I prefer for making other stuff out of, and suddenly, they're pretty easy. I made three pairs, in fact, which actually go with some of my other pieces. People always ask for the damned things, I might as well make it so that I can have some to sell to them.

So that's another merit badge. :) I've been all about the merit badge of late, for which I credit ebonypearl. Her woodspirits group talks about a proposal for a group for adults which serves some of the same purposes as scouting for kids: getting together, having a good time doing things, learning new skills, service work, and so on. It would have an awards system based on "Pearls": as I understand it, each group (or individual) would sort out what colors of beads or other small shiny things would represent what type of experience or acheivement, and then you'd have a banner or a sash or something that you would sew a Pearl on every time you did something. I think that's pretty damned nifty.

Comments

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

Except for the Scot Teas, when they made them. Damn, they were good!

We always had high candy sales. We went out to Hobby Airport to the hangars and offices. Not sure why we had access, but we did. Mechanics are suckers for little girls. Then we'd go to the bank my Uncle Frank was the president of. Made out like bandits.

[celticwhistlin.livejournal.com]

My dad would always ask the girls selling them what their favorite kind was (he still does this). When/if they would tell him, he would buy that kind, then turn right around and give it to the kid.

He never asked me what *MY* favorite kind was... but then, I usually had already had him buy some.

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

Also Bluebird uniforms are way, way cuter that Brownie uniforms. SRSLY.

[zylch.livejournal.com]

I always had high GS cookie sales -- but then, I also had a whole neighborhood of frats and sororities to hit with relatively little competition. Living with the Friday night parties was miserable, but I went to summer camp for damn near free!