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“Fickle” would be way down on the list of adjectives that others would use to describe me, but I know that I am. inconspicuously Fickle. “Why so harsh on yourself?” you ask.

I boldly and unambiguously proclaim that my favorite Turquoise jewelry are the semi-precious stones. I marvel at the variations in their colors, even as I know that sometimes this is because they are dyed.

I love the striations in Botswana agates. When I’ve already been up too long checking out on-line bead sources, I groan with dismay and with pleasure, when I come to the agate page. How can there possibly be such variety! Lace agate, moss agate, Indian agate, Botswana agate…

I love the fossils in the fossil coral. This strand I have in my hands is more intriguing than many geography lessons. What tiny creatures are preserved in these stones?

I love shells, too. What fascinating housing they once provided. I certainly hope they aren’t being scooped up to the point of extinction just so I can have a great strand of four- sided brown kaccols.

How surprised I was to find marble stones! My husband’s hometown in Georgia calls itself the Granite Capital of the World. They cut huge slabs of granite and marble for large scale projects. So, I had never considered that the remnants could also be used. I snatched up the first package of marble beads that I saw, in homage to his hometown.

I love the jades. They are not only the moss green that I remember from pendants in Chinese import stores, but “peridot jade,” “olive jade,” and “golden jade” are how my invoice describes them.

My current favorite love is chrysoprase, which I can spell but not pronounce. While I rarely wear green in the winter, the hues remind me of the green of gardening, which I’m missing in Wisconsin’s blustery winter wonderland, with record- setting December snowfalls.So, I boldly and unambiguously proclaim that my favorite beads are the semi- precious stones.

Until…I pick up the Miyuki 6s that I have in 6 tones and shades of turquoise, the pinks, and the greens.Until…I run my fingers through a pile of faceted rondelles. I would play all day in the dishes of beads at the bead stores, or in my own “bead store.”Until…I admire the swirls and striations on hand made lampwork. Such artistry and skill, something I have not yet tried.

And then, I admit that I am fickle. My favorite is whatever I’m holding in my hands at the moment, whatever I’m gazing at and appreciating right then. So, I do play favorites. But each bead gets a turn and will be admired and awed over, until…

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