Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Think of the person who annoys you the most. Close your eyes,
and mentally send them to the farthest place you can think of.
Can you picture them there?
Now, open your eyes and begin writing with the phrase,
"The postcard arrived in the mail today..."
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
My latest creation. Large, faceted Sodalite teardrops hand-wrapped in sterling silver wire. It was my first time with this technique, and if you think it looks easy, let me tell you, my friend, you are grossly mistaken. I used an entire order of sterling silver wire (what is it, 5 feet?) to wrap these babies. I think my mistake was using dead soft wire. It kept getting kinked up, and it's so soft, there is no way to straighten it back out. All attempts just led to breakage. So one length of sterling silver wire and two hours later, viola! After all, it is the end result that counts, right?
I named these lovelies after a poem I wrote several years ago entitled "The Tempest". Read it and perhaps you'll see why...
The wind is a torrent of darkness
Tossing the churning sea
The rain slices down in it’s madness
And chortles in it’s glee
Leaping and dancing blissfully
In it’s dark and twisted game
Daring the ocean to retort
And buffeting it to shame
In it’s heart it knows no mercy
No stillness lingers there
No goodness can become of it
Within it’s evil lair
It takes the sea it’s captive
And clutches it deep beneath
Then sets it free to burst forth
With what it may bequeath
On and on through the endless night
The tempest rises and falls
Shaking an angry fist to the sky
It smashes the watery walls
‘Til at last it robs all breath within
And takes on a more silent form
As it sinks to the grave of the ocean floor
And finds death at the end of the storm.
I wrote that on March 20th, 1998, at the age of 21. It's actually one of the last poems I ever wrote. Somehow I seemed to dismiss penning verse as a childish pastime. I wonder why? I miss it now, the way the words seeped across the page, so fast my hand could scarcely keep up. At the time it seemed like a never ending well, but it has long since dried up.
I wonder how long the drought will last...
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Here is my latest jewelry creation, and my favorite piece that I've made as of yet. I call it "Bohemian Rhapsody". I've had a lot of special orders come in lately and thanks to a weekend vacation and a subsequent killer cold, I am days behind in my work.
It's not all bad though. Being sick this week gave me a lot of time to think about a book series I've been plotting for years but have never seemed to be able to put more than a chapter or two of down on paper. The characters have pretty much taken hostage my every waking thought this week, and are beginning to tell me more about themselves, about their secret thoughts, about their pasts and their future. Every day it's a new discovery. Every day they've got a tidbit more to share. Every day they confirm to me that theirs is a story that needs to be told.
Consider me a willing hostage. ;)
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
So without further ado, here is the first (and hopefully not only) installment of the Weekly Wednesday Writing Prompt.
1. Take two people who can't stand to be in each other's presence and force them to take a taxi together. What happens?
If my prompts inspire you to write anything, I'd love to hear it!
Monday, June 25, 2007
I picked up the latest issue of Stringing Magazine last week. I love this magazine, because it offers not only great technique, but a wide array of visually stimulating wearable art. And as it only comes out 4 times a year, it's a rare treat for jewelry artists like myself.
So, as I'm flipping through the magazine for probably the fifth or sixth time (each time you look, you notice some detail you passed over before) I realize that there are three designs in particular that have really captivated my attention on each perusal. All three unique and different, which is why I was quite surprised to read that they were all done by the same artist, and a man at that, one Mister Andrew Thornton.
The designs are as follows: The Raven Queen, a dark and stunning combination of black Rutilated Quartz and Lava that I will file away in my mental rolodex for my own future designs, Flight Patterns, an artistic blend of peacock pearls, garnet, watermelon tourmaline and copper chain that showcases a darling bird bead and toggle clasp, and last but not least, The Lotus Eaters, which features glowing chalcedony and pineapple quartz, mixed with sterling silver, all centered around a gorgeous green-blue ceramic pendant.
These three designs alone would have sold me on the magazine, but as it is, the pages are packed with many other lovely, original designs, though perhaps not quite as original as those of Mr. Andrew Thornton. I discovered that he has his own Blogspot, by the way. It's andrew-thornton.blogspot.com in case you're interested in checking it out.
Well, Mr. Andrew Thornton, you've inspired me. Inspired me to branch out of my own comfort zone, to say "the heck!" with symmetry and perfectionism, and to begin to design from the heart, from the soul. To just let go and let come what may. To be inspired and to inspire.
Maybe one day you'll find a design of my own gracing the pages of this fine magazine. ;)
Friday, June 22, 2007
I'm still enjoying my Etsy store (whimsiesboutique.etsy.com) though I'm slightly disappointed that I haven't made more sales. It takes a while to break into a new site though, so I'm not being too hard on myself yet.
I've had a bunch of special orders lately, which take up the most time, as it is no longer my own vision I'm trying to bring to fruition with gemstones, but rather me trying to capture the vision of someone else, and play it out in a way that hopefully goes even beyond their expectations.
I am severely disappointed though that the bead show I have been attending (okay, I've been there twice, but still) has seemed to drop off the face of the earth. When I was there last, they told me that there would be another in September, same as last year. But yesterday when I logged on to their website, there was no listing at all for that show for the rest of the calendar year! Living in the Northeast, there are not a lot of Bead Shows around here. Even the one I was speaking of required a 2 1/2 hour drive. But it was totally worth it for the variety of unusual beads at rock-bottom prices I always came home with. *Sigh*
Well, I'm off. I have a huge Firefighter Birthday party to throw for my middle son, who is turning 4 tomorrow and aside from the presents, I have virtually nothing done. I am such a procrastinator!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
There's a certain romance about a typewriter. A certain satisfaction in each clickty-clack, inking letters, then words, then whole sentences onto a page. A resonance, a permanence, a sense of finality.
These days you must train your ear to hear the whisper of the computer keys. Backspace and Delete keys are too accessible. They cause one to question, to doubt. "Is that really how you want that to read?" "Could the wording be more pleasantly arranged?" Unless you click that print icon, there is nothing to show for an hour's work. A day's. A year's.
I was a teen when typewriters became obsolete, too young to understand the full significance of that change. Computers ushered in a time of super intelligence, of knowledge at the click of the mouse, of drive-thru information. I admit, I am as chained to my computer as the next person, and yet, I cannot help but be wistful for that time, not so long ago, when writing was a process that stimulated all the senses, the smell of the ink, the sound of the keys, the sight of crisp pages piling higher toward completion...
The golden age of the typewriter.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
I've messed with my settings, checked out the Help center and wasted nearly an hour trying to find out how that works, to no avail. Obviously, I am no computer genius. If anyone can offer me any assistance, I would be greatly obliged. :)
And now it's mocking me. For some reason it is working in this post, but did not work in the previous 6 or 7. Strange. It also will not allow me to go back and edit the spaces into my old posts.
It seems I have a mystery on my hands.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
When I was a little girl, we lived for one year in a big white house on an acre of land. Bordering the edge of our property was a grove of miniature pine trees. My imaginative, young mind was drawn to it like a magnet. It was the perfect place to hide out from pesky younger brothers, and the reality of my parents' dissolving marriage. The dense crop of trees were like friends to me. Just tall enough to shelter me from the outside world, and thick enough to make me feel secluded but never afraid of getting lost. Weaving my way through the labyrinth, they tickled me with their soft, prickly branches and tousled my curls. They welcomed me, spreading the floor with a blanket of needles so thick that not an ounce of moisture seeped in.
My favorite tree stood near the middle of the grove. Completely bare on one side, it's destiny was never to be a Christmas tree. But it proved the ideal place to rest my back, knees bent and notebook in lap, and spin my fanciful tales. I called this place my Enchanted Forest, for in it, I was transformed.
That summer was really the marking point for the beginning of my career as a writer. It was then that I fell in love with the written word, and began to venture out into the world of creativity. I filled many a spiral-bound notebook with my musings. I wonder what ever happened to them? The notebooks are long gone, but the stories (most of them, anyway) are still fresh in my mind.
My husband and I took a drive in the country last week and passed that old house. It was the first time I'd been back in all these years, and I was shocked to see those stately pines, tall and regal against the evening sky. Do they even remember me? I pressed my hand to the glass in silent greeting as we drove past. They made no acknowledgement, as far as I can tell.
I wonder, has the magic vanished? Or do they clutch it still, deep inside? I close my eyes and envision them as they were in their youth, when light filled their depths and they freely shared their secrets.
Ah, my Enchanted Forest, the birthplace of my imagination! I shall always hold you dear in my heart.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
At last the holidays are over and I am settling into the daily grind. The gym membership turned out not to be my only gift: my husband got me an adorable little ipod shuffle to go with it. Already I find myself missing it when it is not on my person! Music is a real motivator for me. I must apologize if my "Wish List" post sounded as though I was in any way ungrateful for my husband's gift. He is a wonderful man who knows my heart. My frustration was not directed at him, but rather, at myself for continuously making excuses as to why I cannot seem to do the one thing I long most to do.
At any rate, I am now reaping the benefits of his generosity, attending the gym for two hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday while my oldest is at school. The younger two go with me to the free babysitting facility they have at the gym. The mornings are usually quiet, so they get plenty of attention and the arrangement is working out marvellously for all involved. Working out to the music pumping through my ears keeps me in my own little world, no one to bother me, and few interruptions makes for a veritable breeding ground for creative ideas in my mind.
So far I have tried out a Spinning class (hated) and a Pilates class (loved). I think I will join the Pilates class, which meets for one hour every Monday morning. It really kicked my butt last week, but in that strangly addictive way that has you coming back for more. Plus, it was nice to be part of a group again. Being a SAHM for the last 5 years and moving all around the globe didn't give me many opportunities to make new friends.
Wow! Between the potential to meet some very interesting people and quietly observe others, not to mention getting my butt kicked back into shape, joining a gym may be the best mental and physical health boost I've had in years!
To your health, everybody!
Monday, January 01, 2007
What is it about a new year that makes us believe we can start anew? A fresh rebirth, a chance to cast off the old, selfish, indulgent persona, and assume a new, more likeable one?
In any case, I too resolve to make a change this year. I have weighed myself in the balances and found myself lacking. And so I resolve just one thing really -- to become a better person in every aspect of my life. Broken down, it looks a little something like this:
10 ways in which I resolve to better myself and in effect, the world around me
1. To find my center. To have an on-my-knees meeting with my Creator and Saviour and together, re-establish my purpose in this life. And to keep my center within arms reach, by consistant, daily prayer and reading of the Scriptures.
2. To open my heart more. To not be afraid to reach out to others around me and to tell them how I feel about them.
3. To shower my loved ones with affection. To keep their needs in my focus, even if it means allowing my own to fall by the wayside.
4. To laugh more, yell less. To be the mother to my children that I never had myself and always longed for.
5. To never again be the victim. To choose not to let the poor choices of others affect me.
6. To respect others. Help out the elderly. Assist the children. Pause and hold that door open for the person behind me. Say excuse me. Don't be rude.
7. To respect myself. To realize that this body is the only one I was given. Accept it. Love it. Care for it. Eat healthier, excercise frequently, get in shape and stay there!
8. To realize that time is money -- or at least, more valuable. Show that you care and that you are someone who can be counted on. Be on time.
9. To listen more, talk less. Allow others the chance to pour out their hearts and be validated. Don't interrupt.
10. To realize my dreams. Stop living the fantasy and start making them a reality. Educate yourself, learn from others, and never stop until you reach your goals.
And there you have it.
Happy New Year, everybody!