This is a beaded tree my Mom made a long time ago. It is made from a few beads but mostly old jewelry, some sequins and a couple buttons. My Mom knit, sewed, crocheted, and generally made stuff. I remember wild, psychedelic fabric spaghetti bibs that we all had to wear when we ate spaghetti. (We were in our teens I think. She probably saw the idea in a magazine somewhere.)
A friend asked me recently where I get my sense of style from and that would be from her.
I talk about my Mom like she is gone but she isn't... yet. She has Alzheimer's and has been trying to go for a long time. I think it will be soon.