[Magdalen] Grrr....

[Charles Wohlers]

Is it *real* cinnabar (mercury sulfide)? If so, perhaps you can hope your 
original customers get mercury poisoning.   ;-)
(Apparently, real cinnabar isn't used in jewelry today - at least, one would 
hope not, for Molly's sake, if nothing else).

Chad Wohlers
Woodbury, VT USA
chadwohl at satucket.com



-----Original Message----- 
From: Molly Wolf
Sent: Tuesday, August 02, 2016 11:18 PM
To: magdalen at herberthouse.org
Subject: Re: [Magdalen] Grrr....

I ordered the same cinnabar beads from Panda Hall.  PH = bulk and cheap. 
I've got 100 of the lil darlings on their way.

I never makes the same necklace twice.  Until now.

Molly

The man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no 
other way. -- Mark Twain

> On Aug 2, 2016, at 11:12 PM, James Oppenheimer-Crawford 
> <oppenheimerjw at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> I can imagine how that must have made you feel, and you did gud, not
> getting caught up in this.  I play in a group, and sometimes I just wish I
> could go home due to some attitudes, but of course I don't.
>
> Maybe the positive vibes in your opus will exercise a positive change in
> these people.  You never know.
>
> And of course the best revenge (bad word! Slap the hand!) would be to
> create a few hundred pieces identical to that one.  So one day they'll be
> showing off their new wonderful thing, and another person will go, "Oh! 
> You
> mean, like THIS?" And pull out the same thing. "And we liked it so much we
> gave one to our daughters too. Hey, Meghan!  Amber! Caroline! Dottie! Liz!
> Felicity! Georgia! Show these nice people your jewelry!" And the girls all
> hold up their own ...
>
> Ah, but vengeance is not nice.
>
>
>
> James W. Oppenheimer-Crawford
> *“A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved,
> except in memory. LLAP**”  -- *Leonard Nimoy
>
>> On Tue, Aug 2, 2016 at 10:19 PM, Molly Wolf <lupa at kos.net> wrote:
>>
>> I need to whinge and fume.
>>
>> As many of you know, I make jewelry (hi Jay!).  Unlike Jay, my stuff is
>> strung beads.  I sell at a lovely shop in Alexandria Bay, NY, called Bay
>> House, an artisans'/artists' co-operative.  I work shifts there, like 
>> most
>> of the other members, and I was on duty this afternoon.
>>
>> Last week, I took in a set I was especially happy with: rhombus
>> (square-on-diagonal) cinnabar beads with Czech druk beads (glass) and 
>> seed
>> beads:  necklace and matching earrings and bracelet.  I don't have a
>> picture of it, more's the pity.  But it was a lovely little thing.  I 
>> sold
>> it this afternoon to a couple from Ohio.
>>
>> Normally, it's a joy to sell my stuff: partly to get it out of the shop 
>> so
>> I can make more, and partly because it's like giving a kitten to a good
>> home.  But while I was ringing up the sale, the buyers got into a
>> conversation with other customers, about the current U.S. political 
>> scene,
>> and it turned out they were ardent Hilary-slandering 
>> liberal-media-bashing
>> frothing Trumpites. (Although even so, she expressed the wish that he'd
>> shut his mouth. Dream on, lady.)
>>
>> I am a professional.  I did not snatch my lovely little cinnabar set back
>> from their undeserving hands and bellow "you can't have it!" I completed
>> the sale, took their money, and bade them goodbye pleasantly.  But I'm
>> still fuming.
>>
>> I just bought a whole bunch of those cinnabar beads from Panda Hall and I
>> am going to recreate the set and sell it to someone who deserves it.  So
>> there.
>>
>> Grrr.
>>
>> Molly
>>