Conversation with Self:
I look closely at the pictures, squinting in concentration. Something is wrong. There are seven beads. I know for a fact I only made six. What the hell is going on? And when did I give them a name, anyway?
This is the first set
And this is the second set. Are you kidding me? I forgot? What a loser!
Here's the focal. It's so fab, I have to show three different angles of it. And no, I don't think I'm being conceited by saying that. When a bead turns out this pretty, I don't feel like I had much to do with it, other than holding the rods. The glass was just having a great day.
And don't worry - when my beads are crap, I also blame the glass.