Yup, there they were hanging out on the street corner. Smoking unfiltered cigarettes. Being obnoxious and unkind to passers by. Acting like they owned the world and could do whatever they liked. Rude and uncivilized, these beads were.
So,w hat happened? Was it poor parenting on my part? Did they not like their comfy spot in the bin with the other reds and pinks? Nope. Not at all.
I left the beads, and the necklace made with them sitting in the sun on the beading table. For a couple months. Thinking not much about it. Until I went to use them in another project. Just a few dashes of hot pink would set things off. Only to find that as I started stitching quite a number of them needed to be culled. Their color was off. Way off!
It turned out these were an early purchase, probably when Miyuki first came out with galvanized colors. The older beads were not color fast. They had sat merrily in the strong Nevada sun, bleaching themselves from pink to magenta to rust. Bad beads! Bad!
Research revealed that newer beads no long suffer this tragic fate. I ordered a new batch. BUT, just to be sure, they sat in the window for a solid month. I wasn’t taking any chances.
Then I cut Tuxedo Waves apart, and re-did it with beads that would last.
And those bad beads? They’re back in their flip-top waiting for another project. Something will come along where fading beads will be called for? Maybe a design based on a horror story?