[Magdalen] Grrr....

[Jay Weigel]

They don't sell *real* cinnabar any more. It's a beautiful imitation
thereof. I know the stuff Molly's talking about and it's gorgeous.


On Wed, Aug 3, 2016 at 11:30 AM, Charles Wohlers <
charles.wohlers at verizon.net> wrote:

> 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
>>>
>>>