Beading Patterns Novels & Stories

Eden and I had picked it out, and Mom had Azuvian designers add magical touches—creating something that shouldn’t exist but did. The base was traditional white, American bridal, the color of new beginnings. But the bodice was covered in beadwork with patterns. Gold thread traced across silk. The skirt was layers of tulle and ankara, white fabric peeking through vibrant prints. When I moved, it was like watching sunset and snow falling simultaneously. The train stretched twelve feet, embroidered with symbols from both cultures. Hockey sticks woven with Azuvian royal insignia. American stars beside African suns. Our story told in thread and dreams.

Rich people really were different, Alethea thought to herself in awe. "No, young lady. I can't draw," she said, making Shareeza pout. "But I can color," Alethea added, noticing one of Shareeza's coloring books that caught her attention. She didn't know the name of the pattern in the book, but it looked like the designs of Indian jewelry (meaning Mandala motifs). Shareeza smiled and, with kindness, handed Alethea one of her crayons. They sat side by side with their legs stretched out in front of the porch sofa, coloring on a glass table. They were so absorbed in their work that the silence between them was almost tangible.

The overlay’s sleeves run the length of my arms and the entire piece features pearl and glass beads that shimmer ever so slightly when I move. Tatiana adds another pin to the elaborate updo created by the stylists who came in earlier. It's studded with beads matching those on the lace, and it makes me feel regal.Me. Regal. “I swear, I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and this will all have been a dream,” I confess as she inserts the comb attached to a short, lace veil.

It was a piece of paper with a complicated sketch of a dress on it. I took it and studied it more closely. From the looks of it, I could tell that it was a casual dress. It was a white v-neck dress with three layers of frills with light colors a the hem. Two of the outer hem of the dress was connected to the bust area making it look like a waterfall. Based on the dotted areas at the lower part of the dress, I could tell that the beaded design is heavier at the bottom and then slowly rising upward. I grinned at the design and looked up at my mom. Again she made another brilliant design that would surely hit the fashion world.

Lilith was with her, and they were holding up a bag of glass beads. “Oh! Stella,” Anya said, her face lighting up as I walked into the room. “Just who I was hoping to see.” “What’s up?” I took a seat in the armchair beside her and propped my feet up on the ottoman. Anya gestured to Lilith. “Lilith suggested adding some beading to the dress. I think it’s a really good idea, but I’ve never done anything like that before. Do you know how?” I did, actually. “I know a bit about embroidery. I can help you.”