People are often commenting on my attention to detail. I'm a stickler for making sure all the pieces are in place and all the steps are completed. And I'm not just talking about jewelry...ask my husband! But mostly I'm talking about jewelry.
While I'm sure you notice the attention to detail I give to each creation, you probably don't pay much attention to all the parts that are included to make each piece special. The whole is greater...
It's hot here. Maybe not like South Florida hot or Arizona hot, but it's a muggy, heavy hot. Good for skin moisture, curly hair (if you have curly hair; mine is stick-straight) and tubing in the river, but not much else. Some people call them the dog days of Summer, and I can relate. Muggy days just make me want to take a nap. Or eat ice cream.
Mmmm, ice cream. Not only the flavors, but the colors as well. Strawberry, pistachio, fudge swirl. I'm back in the studio after June shoulder surgery, and virtually every stone reminds me of a flavor of ice cream.
Has anyone told you lately that you sparkle? Well, you do! Everyone has some sparkle within them, and it's going to show.
Some of you may have a soft, quiet sparkle that one must look closely to find. Some of you are probably a more outspoken, "here-I-am" kind of sparkle. And then there are those that sparkle in the most unlikely places, when and where you'd least expect it.
Well, just like everyone has their own individual type of sparkle, druzy is the same. And like a person's individual sparkle, when you see it, you can't help but smile.
Pearls are the queen of gems...and the gem of queens." - Anonymous
Natural (or wild) pearls, formed without human intervention, are very rare. Many hundreds of pearl oysters or mussels must be gathered and opened, and thus killed, to find even one wild pearl; for many centuries, this was the only way pearls were obtained, which is why pearls fetched such extraordinary prices in the past.
One family of nacreous pearl bivalves – the pearl oyster – lives in the sea, while the other – a very different group of bivalves – lives in freshwater; these are the river mussels such as the freshwater pearl mussel.
Wire wrapping, not to be confused with wire sculpting, is my passion. What's the difference you ask? Well, I'll tell you.
Quick...which of these stones don't belong?
Trick question...none of them, because they're all turquoise!
We've all heard the phrase attributed to Oscar Wilde that "life imitates art far more than art imitates life". I don't know about that (one way or the other), but I do know that life inspires art. At least for me.
I go to the gym almost every day...my spin class is what keeps me sane (mostly). There is a monitor on the wall that rotates through the most beautiful photographs of nature and architecture, and it almost always makes me think of the beautiful gemstones I've got in my studio.
Recently, I finished my class and found my phone was still charged, so I took some pictures of the pictures and thought I'd share them and the stones/jewelry they inspire for me.
February is one of my favorite months because, Valentines Day...need I say more? And when I think of Valentines Day, I think of hearts, which are my specialty.
The other day I was browsing through my drawers of cabochons and beads. I organize them by type of stone--turquoise in one drawer, amber in another, pearls in yet another. And I noticed that even though I had the same stone in each drawer, each stone was uniquely different, yet distinctly part of the same family.
Then I was visiting at Kress Emporium in Asheville, where I have a booth, I noticed I had several Red Creek Jasper pieces and each stone is one-of-a-kind.
I know, I know. Back in June, I committed to creating out of my storehouse of cabochons and beads, and resist the gem shows (see the results of my labors here and here). I'm here to tell you I have fallen off the wagon! A gem show was just 10 minutes from my house, and I swear to you my car drove me there without me even realizing it (that's my story and I'm sticking to it).
Next thing I knew, I had a bag full of beads, cabs, and findings. And as I was looking at the spoils, I noticed that there seemed to be a theme of what makes my heart go pitter-pat: Busy-ness.