Friday, 7 September 2012

Beautiful Preciosa Beads

I often show off with my latest creations showing you them on here and on my Facebook profile and never tell you much about the stock which I use.
When I source my beads I have 2 main objectives - colour and quality and Preciosa Traditional Czech Beads offer me all of that and more! They manufacture an amazing range of beads in different shapes, sizes and finishes which offers me as an artist an amazing palette to work with.

This is one of my first designs which uses a medley of 12 different size 8 Rocaille (round) beads- most are translucent but some are opaque which adds to the sculptural look of this Garland necklace which is now in Jersey - another Garland necklace in a different colour scheme is in the USA . Beaders often ask me how I made this design and maybe one day I will write it up as a project and reveal my secrets :-)

Here is another of my early designs photographed to show you the textures- this one only uses around 8 different beads but I hope you can see how the mix of translucent and opaque beads adds to the overall look of this piece.

Recently I have been coming up with ideas which stitch up faster in order to keep the price more affordable and I came up with this design for my Slinky bracelets and earrings.

Although the same design has been used notice how much more textured the multi coloured ones are compared to the ruby red one which uses just one shade, which is why when I was asked by a customer on Holland to make her an orange one I knew I could rely on my Preciosa supplier to have a great range of oranges and I was not disappointed... here are the matching earrings I made her
What is even more exciting for me as a bead artist are the latest addition to the range -
PRECIOSA TWIN™ are 2 hole beads which open up amazing new design possibilities which I have been experimenting with but you will have to wait for another post to see those - aren't I a tease ?

Monday, 2 July 2012

My Mojo is a GoGo

After months of inactivity feeling like everything I attempt to make is not what people would want to buy I have finally found my mojo and I have been steaming ahead. The current economic climate is hitting everyone and one of my problems I felt was the affordability of my work and I was busy thinking  of ways to make things more quickly .
My garland necklaces take over 2000 beads so as you can imagine that is a lot of hours of work. However I have finally kicked the doldrums into touch and my needle is once again flying.
And I have another beader to thank for this . Lynn Davy, beader extraordinaire recently posted a small tutorial on the Craft Pimp Blog for a sweet little beaded heart and I simply had to give it a go.In no time at all I had made 2 bracelets which are currently packed up on my kitchen table waiting to be posted to 2 friends who are having a difficult time . I followed Lynn's excellent instructions to the letter but then started playing around and came up with these cute earrings and a bracelet.

With my creative juices flowing I decided to have a go at something a little more adventurous and beaded these lovely Rivolis to make a couple of pairs of earrings
and then I just had a eureka moment and went crazy making a selection of bracelets using my all time favourite Czech seed beads

None of these are on my website yet but hopefully by the end of tomorrow they will be. The bracelet and the heart earrings are not for sale but the Rivoli Earrings will be £18 and the slinky bracelets will be a mere £15.
Once again thanks Lynn :)

Monday, 12 March 2012

The Blackbird

Cradling a mug of tea
Watching the sunrise
Eye to eye with the blackbird
We concurred
To build a new nest

Sunday, 11 March 2012


Sunshine blue skies
watching the clouds
Calm seas, rough seas
And waves crashing down
pebbles and gravel swishing around
Flowers, trees, lichen and moss
butterflies, bees and birds in full song
The smell of the earth with its array of tones
Laughter, smiles
Deep conversations, chewing the fat
Silence, peacefulness
and music full blast
Wise words, soft words
all words full stop
Knowledge, knowing
growing, progressing
and moving ahead
Memories of life
Contentment with now
and dreaming ahead

©  Chris Linacre 11 March 2012

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Creating memories

For one single moment
my heart sank as I stood on that spot
where ideas were formulated
My first time alone there
a flash of sadness at what was lost
But then other memories came flooding back
Of bubble costumes
and sand between the toes
and thighs scratched by donkey's flanks
and ice creams dripping down my arm
and Pacamacs and rain hoods
which also scratched
and first dates -  two in fact.
Older and allegedly wiser now
I recognise that this is a tapestry
On which to weave my new memories
And already some are being woven in there
Of places and people
And friendship
I will dig deep into my box
and find the brightest most vibrant threads
and choose them wisely
Not rushing to create a scene
But building it slowly and surely
And eternally
© Christine Rose Linacre 8 March 2012

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Being Brave

This week I face the biggest challenge of my life
and all else before it pales into insignificance
I am humbled by the amazing support of my family and friends
And the insight and love from Spirit
Who have never failed me
I greet the week with the heart of a lion
And a Spirit which is boundless
I am fearless
And secure in the  knowledge
That ahead is the rest of my awesome life
which will be filled with love and happiness
I have earned that right
And I will claim it
With arms and heart wide open
© Christine Rose Linacre 4 March 2012

Monday, 27 February 2012


How many feet have travelled this path

How many years have these stones been tumbled by the sea

Will these too end up....

Like the grains of sand before my feet

Friday, 24 February 2012

St Mary's Church Scarborough

St Mary's Church Scarborough is where Anne Bronte is buried and how apt her poem transcribed below

 In Memory of a Happy Day in February
 Blessed be Thou
for all the joy My soul has felt to-day!
 Oh, let its memory stay with me,
And never pass away!
 I was alone,
for those I loved Were far away from me;
The sun shone on the withered grass,
The wind blew fresh and free.
Was it the smile of early spring
That made my bosom glow?
 ‘Twas sweet;
 but neither sun nor wind
 Could cheer my spirit so.
Was it some feeling of delight
All vague and undefined?
No; ’twas a rapture deep and strong,
 Expanding in the mind.
 Was it a sanguine view of life,
 And all its transient bliss,
A hope of bright prosperity?
 Oh, no! it was not this.
 It was a glimpse of truth divine
Unto my spirit given,
 Illumined by a ray of light
That shone direct from heaven.
 I felt there was a God on high,
 By whom all things were made;
 I saw His wisdom and His power
 In all his works displayed.
 But most throughout the moral world,
 I saw his glory shine;
 I saw His wisdom infinite,
 His mercy all divine.
 Deep secrets of His providence,
 In darkness long concealed,
Unto the vision of my soul
Were graciously revealed.
But while I wondered and adored
 His Majesty divine,
I did not tremble at His power:
 I felt that God was mine;
Anne Bronte

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Who will be my Valentine?

Applications are now being received
You must have the following needs, desires and qualities
  • Can laugh in the face of adversity
  • have a wicked smile
  • have a beautiful smile
  • must smile daily
  • (in fact a range of smiles to suit all purposes is required)
  • plays board games not bored games
  • love music
  • charming and witty and of course intelligent
  • chooses words wisely and frequently
  • (overtime may be required on occasions for long evenings of debate)
  • be honest, open and truthful
  • share PJ and duvet days
  • collectively seek and find shells and pebbles of interest
  • admire the sunrise
  • celebrate the sunset
  • embrace life
  • have a dream conducive to mine
  • can pick the highest blackberries
  • enjoy shared cooking
  • come to the theatre with me 
  • view fine art
  • admire the magnitude and minutiae of this universe we share
  • remember to pluck that stray hair on my back
  • never remind me I'm due a waxing
  • hold me tight
  • hug me long
  • snuggle me safe
  • ravish and cherish me
  • tell me I am beautiful
  • have strong knees for the day you get down on one 
  • pick me flowers
  • sing to me
  • choose me first to be on your team
  • check I still like butter
  • be prepared to grow old gracefully and of course disgracefully with me
  • hold my hand
  • cherish my spirit
All applications to be received by Valentine's Day
PS Not for the faint hearted
PPS This job description may be added to by mutual consent

© Christine Rose Linacre February 7 2012

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Leading us home

When the world we know is upside down
And answers elude us
That's the time to dig deep within
To all that we know in our souls

Stride out and inhale
All that beauty which surrounds us
Weave yourself in the circle of love which you can so easily reach out to
Throw away the hurt and embrace your love for yourself
And exhale all that pain and become the magnificent you again
© Christine Rose Linacre February 5 2012

Sunday, 15 January 2012

Tomorrow I will Rise

Tomorrow I will rise and a new day will dawn
Tomorrow I will rise and take more steps
Tomorrow I will rise  and count my many blessings
Tomorrow I will rise  and watch the birds fly high
Tomorrow I will rise and start my next adventure
Tomorrow I will rise  and sing to myself
Tomorrow I will!
But tonight I will snuggle deep and dream of the amazing life I have yet to live
Sweet dreams

14 January 2012
© Christine Rose Linacre

Saturday, 14 January 2012

Finding a Voice Part 2

January 13 2012
Throughout my life for as far as I remember
A wee small voice has accompanied me
At times it would rise to the surface
For the sake of the protection of others
often it was hushed and spoke to me of its great wisdom
Many times it came out squeaky, as if afraid to give voice to the thoughts it was pursuing
It would burst out in song, never quite hitting the right notes
But eventually it soared with my spirit and lifted me
Finally, at last I have given it wings so that my voice may be heard
No more will it be silenced
Because once set free it is limitless, insatiable and unstoppable
Let my voice now pour and gush like a stream gathering momentum as it flows to the river and on to the sea.
© Christine  Rose Linacre

Friday, 13 January 2012

Only Words - finding a Voice

Words have been my medium, pun intended, since as long as I can recall. Over the years I have composed thousands and apart from the first seven you see here  these are all that remain.

A few years before my brother Mick passed he quoted me a poem about spring, which I had written back in 1966- I just stood there open mouthed as he recited it perfectly- I should have asked him to re write it down for me but the lines which I do recall are- Do not worry do not fret, spring will return soon I bet. Ha ha I was only 11.

I dedicate these words to all those people who have touched my spirit- and may my voice grow in confidence and allow me to get back to my writing.


Media Lies
I'd closed my eyes to the loss and pain
And focused on the blueness of the stains on the wall
That defied the medias's claims that One Coat Covers All!
I chose to forget the fun, the laughter, the adventures we had,
Crowing over bargains which were more important than a dented car
Your Kid at Christmas glow as you rendered the same song
with finer lyrics
The tent, a sanctuary with candles flickering as its victims flitted too close
The stars, the meteorite storm and the planet that appeared at 3 am
Wishbone Ash and you made me complete,
Body Mind and Soul.........

You enfolded me and nuzzled a soft kiss on my cheek and it all came flooding back
And I was drowning
And I wept for what we had had,
and what I wanted was a paint to extinguish the stain.......
But I know the media lies.

Early 1990s

The Kingfisher

At 30 I thought it quite unfair
To be expected to wait
10 more years for my life to start
Sod that!
I wanted the advantage
Easy, I thought

First came the list
A tangible one that could be measured
And duly ticked off or struck out
One by one and sometimes two by two
Like Noah in reverse

The kingfisher eluded me
and like the rest I had to wait..
That vivid flash of lightning blue
was an anti climax.
It paled into insignificance
When compared to the golden shimmer and quiver
Of a thousand strands of cobwebs
Darting and criss crossing the grass
A trap, set to trip.

It wasn't the eye that enhanced that scene
It was the simple pleasure of sharing
With someone who could also marvel at the spectacle
With awe and respect
A mutuality.
I didn't put them on my list..
The cobwebs in sunlight and the mutuality
But if I had, I would have had to wait like all the rest,
For 40.......

River Dearne Barnsley August 1995




I was sitting in the park yesterday

having chosen Joe's bench

against the coffee and company at the Bothy

It was cool enough  to wear a jacket

And warm enough to feel the sun in my hair.

It's an ideal vantage point.

The park falls gently down to the river

with my hill rising in the distance.


The trees are still full of leaves

but are replete for this year.

They have started to shed

small green acorns which were sprinkled at my feet.

I considered gathering a few

but decided to collect them another time

when the nuts are brown and lustrous,

their cups paled and detachable.


I felt at peace, alone yet not alone or lonely.

Two women in the distance were admiring a sculpture

and muffled voices of other explorers came from behind the hedges.

My feet didn't quite touch the ground

and I wondered whether Joe was a large man.

The plaque claims "He loved it here"

And then I wondered about you

My spirit friend.


You were there with me,

Your arm around my shoulders

My hand at rest on your knee

Our bodies gently inclined to each other

Head to head, hip to hip, thigh to thigh

No words were required or offered

I knew it would be like this

I know it will be like this.

Bretton Sculpture Park November 1995

Cry Wolf

The snowdrops came out a week ago
But rather than thrill they simply mewled
like wolf cubs,
a mere hint of a lie, battered by the rain
and suppressed by the smothering clouds.
The first dawn chorus stirred the memories
and the sun picked out the shoots of daffodils
and wide mouthed crocuses amazed with their vivacity.
The evening sun searched every contour of the fells,
proudly flushed, glowing and replete.
Slowly, it faded away to tease some other soul
Who claims they're happy with their celibate state.

Barnoldswick, February 1996


Reasons can be so unreasonable.
They start off quite simple,
a bit like Maths at school:
If a = 2 and b = 4 , what is a + b?
Easy, it’s six isn’t it?

My first reason for meeting you was elementary;
A chance to really talk with you.
Driving to meet you that day , the interlude
in my plans was an unknown quantity.
I had no formula, only a rough plan:
Meet, eat, talk and part,
Which we did ever so easily,
With laughter and smiles and a wave.

The second time the formula was clearer
and more predictable:
Meet, eat, talk , laugh, smile wave and part
In variable undetermined quantities.
Mood driven.
And we did, ever so easily,
Hand in hand in thought provoking silence,
Tentatively and shyly exploring fingers.
A brief  hug and a gentle kiss
Before the wave goodbye.

I lay here now attempting to determine the formula
The reasons why I need our next meeting
And I’m plunged into calculations beyond my own comprehension.
And it is no longer a matter of a + b = 6

Each meeting or contact adds to the formula exponentially.

Now my expectations are talk 3,laugh 4, smile 9
Hug x, hold hands y, kiss z
Are you any better at maths than I am?

June 1998

All our Mothers

She stands before me in her tartan dressing gown
The image of me at 19
She hands me the tiny bundle
The image of her when newborn
I look in awe at her perfection
And see within the scene the mirror behind us
And there they line up looking beyond
To the scene of their own creations
To an outsider it would seem like something was amiss
A time anomaly between the image and the reflection
But the reflection is as it should be
And her reflection goes back to her mother
And her mother’s mother
And her grandmother’s mother
And on and on and back and forth
Separate and separated
but never apart
united by love

Barnsley 2001, 6 years after the event

All poems © Christine Rose Linacre

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

New Beginnings 2012

Well to say last year was a challenge would be an understatement. Career wise, the highlight of the year was being invited to be Artist in Residence at Burton Agnes Hall and also being invited to the preview of the launch of the Hepworth Gallery in Wakefield .
On a personal level the year started with a diagnosis of Diabetes which I felt was such an insult to add to my existing mobility issues and the year progressed with an operation in August, a house fire in December and concluded with something way too personal to discuss here. The consequences of all of this leads me to focus very much on myself and where my career and personal life go from now on. I have never been one to allow life to get me down for too long and I am looking forward to an eventful year.
Out of all the tribulations I know I have a bright future with some exciting new things ahead of me.
Work wise I plan to focus on reaching more Galleries and I have a very big one in mind. I am also going to work on more designs  and one is about to be released via Jencel .
I have also been working in collaboration with the Garden Room Restaurant in Braithwell and I will be doing an Art Bites session there on January 17th. Follow the link for more details of that it is going to be a lovely day - I am really looking forward to it.
In February I am offering classes at The Occasional Bead Shop in conjunction with Celia of Jencel .
April 16th to 30th I am back at Burton Agnes Hall as Artist in Residence returning to be part of Sheffield Open Up with my friend Beth Eastwood for the first 2 weekends in May. Phew busy times ahead ! I have more plans for the rest of the year but will tell you about those closer to the time

Doubt yourself and you doubt everything you see. Judge yourself and you see judges everywhere. But if you listen to the sound of your own voice, you can rise above doubt and judgment. And you can see forever - Nancy Kerrigan