Glass Beads For Sale

Glass Beads? I am looking to buy glass beads. Does anyone have any for sale or know where I can buy glass beads at a fair price? Thanks

I am looking for a supplier of faceted round glass beads in 14mm,18 & 20mm in 3 colours lime, purple pink? Looking for a regular wholesale supplier at reasonable prices for on-sale

Where can i find jewellery product wholesalers for jewellery (Scotland)boxes.bags/necks to display jewellery? Necks /stands for displaying jewellery Boxes and inserts Related products such as glass beads for sale and itmes to make jewellery products

Glass beads for glass pipes....what are they for? So i got a pipe today.....Old one broke...... But the store was going out of business, so besides a sale, the guy threw in some glass beads for free. I assumed they could be glued on for decoration, but then he said ... "these things are virtually indestructible as long as you remember they are in there when your tap out the pipe" So now im' completely lost. Without tryign the pipe yet, i threw in the beads to see if maybe they act like a screen. Looks like complete blockage of the airway. Maybe you mix in with the "tobacco". 5 years and i've never once heard of beads...and since it was a man selling it to another man, i really don't think they are for decoration. Any knowledge of this would be great.

i am a dichroic glass bead maker,well known at that,my problem is that? a few people have made good at selling my beads.now after being in 4 books and 3 mags i need to sell my work myself,do i go internet or what ?good artist bad salesman.is there a trade commision that premotes american crafts i may consult?for those of you that make a good product as i have done,i call it phase II i need to walk in your foot steps,i need to go about this without costly problems,where to turn in the whole sale end and yes i dont spell well.please artfull ones, where to turn? is there a publication for artists in the glass bead trade i just cant wing it.bye and thanks 4am ish good morning

Is it possible to sale a collection of 100 (all different and exclusive) handmade necklaces for $1.000.000 US? I really need a million like many people. I know, nobody gives money a stranger. So: I use horn, bone, leather, african ambar, handmade silver by MAKONDE people, shells, gemstones, seed beads, glass, metals (copper, brass, silver, art clay silver, pewter, etc.), semi-precious stones, ivory (not elephant ivory)..... My work have a touch of Africa as Im african. I prefer aswers from who loves ethnic, handmade jewelery and exclusivity. And Africa of course!!!! I have only 2nd level of english language. If I understand my poor english, you understand better. LOL Yes, I have to win the lottery. each piece costs me $30 to $80 in material. Thanks for all aswers

Do you think this is a good or bad idea? I am raising money with my crafts at a yard sale this saturday all the money helps shelter dogs and cats. I have made little bead and string bracelets for kids and I have made fancy wire and glass bead bracelets for girls and adults, I've made a couple pillows and keychains and all kinds of stuff. I just need a little bit more merchandise. I was thinking of making all kinds of dog treats (because I have recipes for dog cake and cookies) and then making a menu and they can order treats and I can put them in doggy bags (paper bags) and charge like 50 cents a treat or something . But what if people worry that the treats aren't heathly or like I put poisen in them? The recipes are supposebly safe for dogs and I have made them for my dog many times but what will that customers think?

i make bead jewelry and need to sale, how can I do that? please help? so I have room for new ones. I make them out of glass and silver. I haven´t done this before and I never thought I would be doing so many different jewelry but it´s fun, very fun. I´ve sold some to friends and neighbor but I need to sell more. My room is too small :-). I´m living in Sweden. I´ve seen websides where other sale but I don´t know how to do that - ideés? I´m interested in all help. Thank you very very much (hope my spelling has been allright)

fundraiser tips/ideas? My 8th grade class (girls) are planning to go to disneyland for an end of the year graduation thing. But we gotta pay for it of course. It costs a lot like $1200 per person and there's 10 girls including me going. We have a few ideas on how to raise the money. Like: -car washes -dog sitting -baby sitting -bake sale and maybe selling stuff we make like glass beaded bracelets. The combined earnings of the ideas are roughly $300-$500 right? Any other ideas?? thanks!! P.S. It'd be great if u guys could include tips in your answers on how to raise more money like tips while we're doing the fundraisers and how 2 attract more customers! thank you!!!

Need Help w response to a winning buyer on Ebay, now wants 2 back out, because I am Wiccan... Grrr HELP !? OK here goes.... I sell items on Ebay as well as have my own separate website that cover a wide variety of interests and tastes. My items vary from Costume Jewelry and Spiritual Jewelry, Incense, Candles, Clothing, Glass Lampwork beads as well as other beads and findings. Yes, I am Wiccan by faith... so I do have items that I sell that are occult related, Well More Wiccan/Pagan related. Obviously I am once again dealing with ignorance from Ebay buyers. For those of you that dont know, When as auction has been won, It is a binding contract between seller and buyer. Now she refuses to pay for it because of her "conscience". That it just isnt right. On a side note she had placed an additional order request with me for several pounds of beads, Then I got another email later that she saw an auction I had for something related to the occult, CD-ROM Book Of Shadows, both My own, and all the spells from Charmed. Plus some herbs, oils, nothing by any means "dark" do I carry in my stock. I guess I am just fed up with Ignorance, and having people occasionally try to back out of sales simply due to different religious views... Below is the email she just now sent me trying to explain why I should let her back out of the sale: "re: 3/25/09 I received your email and I appreciate your reply however as I explained I am 'not able' to make the purchase due to my conscience. I was hoping that you would be more understanding. As I explained I love the beads I just cannot make a purchase when it is indirectly related to the occult. This is a matter of my conscience I have no choice in the matter. I really would appreciate your understanding just as you would want someone to be understanding for you. Would you not please reconsider? I am so very sorry for the inconvenience and I have meant no harm. I have been completely honest with you and truly wish this had never happened. I do not have a record of doing this and I am always quick to pay for my items. I have contacted eBay's support team out of concern & they have advised me to try & reason with you. It is not that I do not want to do what's right,but this is a unique issue that requires understanding.Please reconsider. Thank you!" OK, Now what is the best way to approach this lady? I have not been mean or hateful by any means, and she has not either... I struggle for every dollar I make. And this was going to be a huge sale. Just as someone would not like if a person, backed out of a sale because the Seller was Catholic and the Buyer Baptist.... It is flat out discrimination. This is just absurd !!!! I am at a loss as to what to say to her... I am out money already, as I had to pay listing fees, and Final Value fees upon completion of the auction... now the item she refuses to pay for. Anyone have any ideas? So I am a practicing witch, specializing in Herbal mixtures, Aromatherapy Oils, Home Remedies, Custom blessings, Spiritual Counseling, Big Whoop ! I am very proud of who I am and my beliefs, there are so many different spiritual paths people take in life, and the majority of them all land us in the same place when all is said and done. Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.... Thanks, Raven DOUG - I didnt tell her I was Wiccan, she saw other items I had listed, such as metaphysical books, Jewelry, Oils, etc...

wedding decor- great idea or horrible idea? My wedding is in October. My colors are Chocolate, mocha and mango. My fiance and I are paying for everything so we are on a tight budget. I was thinking instead of the exact same centerpiece at every table we could do something a bit more random and antique feeling. Half the tables would have a candle inside a holder (vase, hurricane lamp, etc) of some kind and some glass beads on a mirror. The catch is I would use mis-matched vases, all clear. That way I could get them at yard sales and thrift stores, etc I would go in search of all kinds of crazy shapes, not your typical shapes. Then half the tables would have a floral arrangement on them. What do you think. Does it say antique or cheap o? Do you have any great ideas?

What do you think of my story so far? It must have been at least 90 degrees. Manhattan was going through a summer heat wave like no other. Sweat beads formed on my temple sliding down my cheek like a trail of tears. Yet I did not hesitate to wipe them off. I swore under my breath as people pushed their way pass me through West 42nd Street. It was the morning rush hour and the streets were crowded with impatient business people in designer labels. Suddenly the crowd parted. It was so sudden that I bumped into the bony faced woman in front of me and nearly caused her to spill her Starbucks coffee. "Sorry," I mouthed my face burning. Way to start off your first day of work. I thought. She glared at me disapprovingly but then turned back to see the cause of the disturbance. I followed her gaze and nearly gasped. It was a woman. Hardly 23 or 24. She was so striking that it was impossible not to stare. Her walk, her clothes, her face all spelled out perfection. She walked with such confidence, such ease that she could have pulled off anything. And she knew it. She had straight honey blonde hair that flowed right above her shoulder blades. Tall and slender like a couture model, her lips were curved in a sultry smile as if she was pleased by the attention. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of oversized Dior sunglasses that gave her an air of mystery and her skin was a perfect golden bronze that hinted of a lavish European vacation trip The goddess walked pass in a strut that belonged on the runway and I heard several whistles and jests. She hardly turned her head to acknowledge them. she passed and the crowd once again merged. It was all so brief. Merely 10 seconds. Yet somehow this girl, this perfect creature managed to stop traffic. Stop time, even. I looked down self-consciously at my own modest outfit. It was just a pair of my favorite Express grey trousers and a cream colored blouse. It hung loosely against my skinny frame and was hardly worth complimenting. I sighed feeling dejected but brushed it aside. It was my first day at Mod Magazine as a Junior Assistant Secretary of Jacqueline Windor, Editor-in-Chief. I smiled smugly to myself thinking about the thousands of girls who would die for this job. It wasn't much. Just getting the coffee and booking appointments: that kind of stuff. But it was a start. I had always loved fashion. Loved strolling down Park Avenue looking into the trendy designer boutiques. Fashion spoke to me in a way that nothing else did. I understood it completely and in a way that I cannot even begin to explain. The clothes, the labels were always out of my budget. Even the items on sale. Yet somehow I was never tempted to splurge on say a new asymmetrical Alexander McQueen dress or a vintage Coco Chanel bag. I love fashion. But not for myself. It probably has something to do with my appearance. I'm not tall, striking or beautiful. Designer labels, I believed, were reserved for those who were. Like the stunning Miss Fashionista who stopped traffic. Finally I stopped in front of Mod. It was a thirty story white business building and Mod Magazine was on the twenty eithth floor. I looked up trying to discern the correct floor squinting against the sun. Its rays blinded me and for I second I swayed. Mod seemed so high up. I felt so insignificant compared to the momentous influence this magazine had over women worldwide. People shoving behind me made me come back into the real world. I took a deep breath. This was just a job. Like any other job I had. And if I worked hard enough, maybe someday I could be important. Maybe someday I would speak to the world about fashion and maybe someday I would be heard. I pushed through the revolving glass doors. The white lights were dark compared to the bright morning sun, It took several seconds for my pupils to adjust. I gazed at the lobby in awe. It was unsettling to think that everyday I would walk pass these marble floors and ride the elevator up to the twenty eigth floor. Everyday I would pass below the crystal chandelaire that sparkled as it caught the sunlight and walk pass the white fountain where the pink lilies bloomed. I spun around admiring everything. The red plastered walls, the portraits set in gold frames, the oriental vases filled with artificial flowers, the subtle smell of an exotic perfume... I smiled dreamily when-- CRASH! I felt something heavy crash into me and papers flew all around. I was lying on the ground with a throbbing pain on my knee. Something large and sturdy was on top of me and no matter how much I squirmed I couldn't push it off. Suddenly the weight was lifted and a pair of strong hands lifted me up. I was standing face to face with the most gorgeous guy I had ever beheld. He had soft blue eyes and untidy brown hair. He was tall and tan and looked both worried and flustered at the same time. His lips, they were moving. For a second I was confused. Then I realized he was speaking "--so sorry! You're not hurt are you?" he said in a deep, genuinely worried voice. I realized his hands were still on my shoulders steadying me. He seemed to realize this too and let them drop awkwardly. I blushed and stammered, "I-- I'm fine. I'm sorry this was my fault-- I shouldn't of--" I stopped. He was laughing. His blue eyes sparkled. "Don't worry about it, happens all the time. You're new arn't you?" He bent down and begin gathering up the papers. I bent down to help him and stared at his beautiful face. At that moment he looked up. His eyes were smothering and I blushed again looking down. "Today is my first day," I mumbled, "Is it really that obvious?" He laughed again and I smiled carefully. I wasn't used to cute guys, or any guy really, laughing at my jokes. I handed him the papers and he made a neat stack before putting back into his briefcase. I noted the Armani logo. "I can always tell," He said, "They all have the same expression you have when they walk i "I can always tell," He said, "They all have the same expression you have when they walk into the lobby." "And do you always run into them?" I asked suprised at my bravery. "Always," there was that crooked smile again. To PinkLemonade: Weird, I've never seen the show but I've heard of it. But I assure you that it will be completely different. Its not gonna be so much of a comedy and theirs gonna be plot twists that takes her away from the fashion industry. To David M: Thanks you! That was really insightful and I think I'll do something like that! Cathri69: Haha yeah so Mr. Perfect falling on her is a little cliche and maybe I'll just have her stop in the middle of the street to watch Ms. Perfect. Thank you so much! It was really insightful!

I'm writing a story and I need a good twist help me? this is it sooo far so tell me what you think and what should happen next! The floor was fresh with a Windex finish, stopped short only by a soft taupe carpet sprinkled sparingly with brown beads, the walls enveloping the room with an aura so calm only to be counteracted by my racing heart. Saks Fifth Avenue, is there any place more momentarily, substantially fulfilling? I stopped short once I caught a glimpse of the magnificent wonder that lay ahead of me. Just past the primly tailored suits and the sweet, summer gossamer skirts, a mannequin whose white smooth finish was covered massively with the most beautiful gown. It had a sweetheart neckline and a dip in the back. Gold and bronze iridescent beads swallowed the top portion of the dress and trickled down the large skirt that was a blackened organza river. The entire masterpiece was held up by only two dainty, thread-like straps. He store clerk’s eyes bore into my back, her pre-order, studded, Gucci toe tapping anxiously against the gleaming, marble floor as I lightly fingered the delicate, frothy creation. Surrounding me were tall, glass cases protecting canvas and leather pocketbook creations by various designers, their labels looking at me like beautiful, unobtainable puppies, needing to be adopted. My American Express card looked at me with its magnetic strip smile as I looked longingly at the beautiful bags. I had gotten rid of other cards, gone to classes; I knew how to resist this. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, unintentionally breathing in the smell of Italian leather. Saks really is a dangerous place for me to be. The overflowing makeup counters with their preppy sales women squirting overpriced perfume left and right were extremely luring, coming second only to the silk-satin and chiffon rivers that flowed upstairs. I scrambled down the escalator, my half price Prada heels clicking the whole way down. I ran out into the noisy, garbage filled streets filled with hot dog and magazine stands, and took a breath, riding myself of the cash register ringing sound that filled my ears. The skyline swirled around me as angry cab drivers honked their horns. I hailed one of them over and requested a ride to Brooklyn. My friend Leah had just moved there with her husband Rick and their new daughter Annabelle. We usually take turns visiting each other but since Leah’s grandmother had recently been sick and she was staying with them, I made an extra trip. “Alice!” Leah greeted me warmly. “Lee!” We embraced but were interrupted by a little girl in need of a diaper change. Leah excused herself knowing the smell of a baby’s dirty diaper was unbearable since I got the bandages removed from my recent rhinoplasty procedure. Leah had been my best friend since forever, and since forever; we had been planning to grow up together in the Big City, get married together, the whole package. However, the two of us didn’t end up following the same path. I got a job as head buyer at Barney’s New York and an abundance of Botox, and Leah got a family. I had always been a little bit jealous of Leah but never had the guts to admit it. I’m not sure why but Leah sometimes seemed almost envious, like she longed for a life like mine. It showed at times like when she would offer to take my coat but before hanging it up she would longingly finger the Yves Saint Laurent embossed tag. The way I lived was shallow and unfulfilling but from the outside looked completely satisfying and untouchable. Leah and her Rick always seemed so in love. He would send her flowers, she would send him cute little emails at work. I really tried not to pity myself but seeing them together, as a family, in their Brooklyn flat that could have come straight out of page 26 of the Crate and Barrel catalogue would, Botox aside, make my face freeze up. .

i am a dichroic glass bead maker,well known at that,my problem is that? a few people have made good at selling my beads.now after being in 4 books and 3 mags i need to sell my work myself,do i go internet or what ?good artist bad salesman.is there a trade commision that premotes american crafts i may consult?for those of you that make a good product as i have done,i call it phase II i need to walk in your foot steps,i need to go about this without costly problems,where to turn in the whole sale end and yes i dont spell well.please artfull ones, where to turn? is there a publication for artists in the glass bead trade i just cant wing it.bye and thanks 4am ish good morning

I have the opportunity to participate in a community yard sale. I want to sell my collection of beads? How should I price them? They are stored in spice jars and pill bottles, and there are enough to fill two laundry baskets. They range from regular seed beads to larger glass beads; a small assortment of freshwater pearls; and a few Swarovski crystals.

If beads on a necklace are cold to the touch are they glass? I bought this necklace at an estate sale and the beads are colder than a regular plastic necklace and the necklace is heavy to im wondering what material the beads could be made of i was thinking glass but im not sure any way to tell?

what is the melting temp of those little plastic beads that they make fake stained glass windows with? If you know what I mean. those little plastice bb- beads- pieces of plastic that they melt in the oven? i'm guessing. I bought a whole bunch of them. at a yard sale. can I run them through a hot glue gun and make me a plastic sign with them? thanks chris

What kind of beaded jewelry would you buy? I design and make beaded jewelry. While I've had some success with my pieces (both the gemstone and glass beaded pieces), I'm wanting to expand my hobby into an actual business. Please let me know what kinds of beaded jewelry appeal to you. I make necklaces, bracelets, rings, anklets, earrings and toe rings. The rings & toe rings are still pretty experimental, but the others have designs well underway, and I've made sales in those areas. Thanks everyone!

Handmade jewelry issue?Please help? I have a huge bag of different glass beads that I got at a garage sale. I make jewelry, but I'm at a loss as to what to do with the beads. A few of them have matches, but I don't know what kind of jewelry to make with them. Anyone have any ideas? Pics?