Powdered Sugar and Sprinkles

"Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you'll look back and realize they were big things."
~Robert Brault

On Tuesday, May 21st I got a phone call from the principal of my daughter's school.
"I have some bad news," she said. "One of our seventh grade students collapsed during third period and died."

Her voice was cracking as she said this. My heart broke a little at the thought of this monumental task. No doubt it was not any easier to call the first or the 200th parent that day to let them know.

And then I had to tell Tiny Dancer.

I had a hard time keeping it together to inform her that her classmate had passed away. She knew that he had collapsed, but didn't know the sad outcome. She is in sixth grade, so she didn't know him well, but there were still sobs.

Joey Miller was a bright boy with a big smile who loved to fish and play video games. He is part of our small Catholic Middle School community. There were classmates there when it happened. He was surrounded by friends. My heart aches for the teacher who could not do anything to bring him back. And for the administrators who had to make a terrible phone call. Joey could easily have been anyone's child that day. We don't know the reasons why this happened yet, but it really doesn't matter. He is the child of all of us today.

Joey's best friend is Noah Lamaide. Noah started a fundraising network a few years ago on his 9th birthday called Noah's Dream Catcher Network. His lofty goal is to do a fundraiser each year to help those who are disadvantaged. In 2012 he saved his grandmother's home from foreclosure and got national attention. Currently, Noah has started a fund where 100% of the donations will be given to the Miller Family in Joey's honor. What an incredible gift of friendship and support! This young man's actions restore my faith that there is a lot of good in this world.

Last night when I was at the store, I spied the powdered sugar mini donuts and the colorful sprinkles on the chocolate donut holes. On impulse, I threw them in my cart.

I broke off my work for the evening early.
I shared a hearty laugh with my daughter over googly eyes we made at each other.
I told my son to not stay up too late.
I tucked my daughter in bed with extra snuggles.

This morning Tiny Dancer asked me why there were donuts for breakfast.

I shrugged and said, "Why not?"

I recognized that I needed to take the chance to make the ordinary extraordinary. I need to do that more often. In truth, I am celebrating the every day moments that become memories and honoring a little boy who has left a big hole in our community.

If today is not the right time for powdered sugar and sprinkles, then when?

Rusty Bits Challenge :: Lies They Told Me...

"I am still standing there waiting for you where you left me. I hope someday you will come otherwise I will remain like this forever. I was there but you were gone leaving all those glimpses of memories." ~ Sushan R. Sharma

It all started with that hunk of rust I pried off the bottom of my car.

A few weeks ago I saw a picture on Brenda Schweder's wall about a piece of rust that she found in a parking lot. Sweet rusty serendipity! It looked a lot like mine so I asked her to share what she would make of it. That is when Brenda threw down the rusty gauntlet and issued a challenge.

Make something with the rusty bit and share it with the world.

Intrigued. And you know I never shy away from a challenge.

So, despite all the things that I had going on this month - including being called for jury duty (but haven't had to serve...yet) - I thought "heck, yeah!" I would take her up on that challenge.

I stopped by a local art gallery on my lunch break called the Riverfront Art Gallery to get some inspiration. They happened to be showing an exhibit of local artists using repurposed or recycled materials called Re-Art in honor of Earth Day. I had a little personal tour from the director, Nancy. Man, do I wish that I had seen that call for artists! This is totally in my wheelhouse!

One of the most intriguing and dominating pieces was a coffee table sized hollow piece that was made of steel with all these tubes and gears around the outside. It was all welded together and had a pebbly surface with the most amazing steel-green patina. There was also recycled glass from the dorm they tore down on campus fused in some top secret process to create this porthole effect and a whole piece of art made from wine corks. A whole flock of talisman dolls were actually re-purposed Barbies that had been embellished in a very interesting display that said a lot about women's image and domestic abuse. I hope they do this exhibit again.

{images I took of art at the Riverfront Art Center Re-Art exhibit, April 2013}

One of my favorite pieces in the exhibit was a departmental mail cubby from the University that was made into a Cabinet of Curiosities. (Those are just two of dozens of cubbies in the top middle picture). Broken stems from wine glasses, the type balls from a Smith-Corona typewriter, pencil nubs and snips of maps, parts of rulers and tiny animal skulls... there was so much to look at! I have to go back and take a closer look at each of the cubbies. I would love to come and see where he stores all these treasures! A great commentary that nothing is ever wasted, that even in those broken bits that others would discard there is beauty and intrigue. That piece is part of what is inspiring this new series that I am embarking on.

As I was working with the rusty bit, which I sealed with a metal sealer (no use needing a tetanus shot just to wear the rusty bits), the idea that I had was to make a sandwich of metal bits with the micro screw set that I got last summer at the Richard Salley class. However, as I was cutting the rust, the more fragile pieces with the raggedy edges was falling off. To me those were most interesting! The center of it is more sturdy and I can still do something with that, but this was causing me to stop and re-evaluate my plan. It will still be something I come back to when I have more time to engineer it, but since I started at 10:30 pm and had a goal to be done by midnight, it wasn't in the cards.

I had a heart shaped bezel sitting out where the rusty bits were falling. That gave me the idea of making a Cabinet of Curiosities sort of series. If you know me at all, then you know how I feel about hearts. I am not the sort that likes the traditional pink and white lacy hearts. Hearts are not perfect like that. We all have ours stitched together Frankenweenie style with exposed cogs, battle scars and old flames.

I looked in the dusty corner of my studio and saw a large sheet of this perforated metal. That looks sort of like lace, but I just liked the texture. If I had been more awake I might have tried to color it or patina it or maybe even torch it (I got the torch out to play this weekend finally but never did anything more than set it up on the kitchen island). I trimmed a small piece to fit inside and then found a rusty bit to add to it. I drilled a little hole through it all and added the clock hands with the micro screw set. I still might add resin to this piece, but I am not sure how that would work with the rust, and I don't want the great color to be obscured.

I knew I needed a more industrial looking chain than what I had in my stash. Miss Brenda was kind enough to send me one of her innovative Now That's A Jig kits to play with. I have wanted one of those ever since I read her book Steel Wire Designs (love it!) and found out that she pioneered this new tool. I wanted to use it to make my own chain, but considering that I started this after most {sane} people's bedtime, I knew that my brain was not up to the task of learning a new tool. So I will save that for a future installment. I went on a treasure hunt and found a box of E-clamps and Retaining Rings. I discovered about six different chain possibilities for these little retaining clamps. I will be buying more of those in the future!

The remaining parts with the pearl and chain were just defunct pieces in my studio that I have repurposed. So I would guess that this might qualify me to enter the next Re-Art exhibit at the Riverfront next year!

I am calling this series LIES He  They Told Me...

And this piece is called "I'll only be gone for a minute." The clock has stopped on their love. Frozen in time.

I think the next one will be called "She is just a friend."

Hmmm... I wonder what rusty bits will show up in THAT one!

;-)

Thank you Miss Brenda, for intriguing and inspiring me!

Please go and check out what my friend Miss Brenda Schweder has created.

Your turn...

I have actually never had much experience (thankfully) with lies of this sort. 

What phrases would you suggest I tackle for this series? 

I just came back from a walk and talked to a local boutique owner who wants me to create a line of these called LIES They Told Me (rather than He) so now I will make a few more in this series and see what comes of it!

Erin Prais-Hintz invites you to go on a journey of inspiration at her blog Treasures Found :: Inspiration is Everywhere. You can view a gallery of her work at http://www.tesoritrovati.com/ or purchase her popular line of 'Simple Truths' in her Etsy shop.

Bursting Forth :: Art Jewelry Elements Challenge

When there’s new growth bursting out all over,
everything fresh, green, and flourishing,
the plants are little rockets of success
going off every time you look at them.
– Jacqueline Heriteau

Glass murrini headpins from Jennifer Cameron of Glass Addictions

 

 

 

Thank you to Miss Jennifer Cameron of Glass Addictions for the honor of working with her amazing murrini glass headpins for the Art Jewelry Elements Component of the Month challenge. The colors are so beautiful in these tiny little worlds filled with swirls of glass, all I did was pull the same colors onto the paint effects on the metal leaves and components I layered in this bracelet called "Bursting Forth." A garden party for your wrist! Aren't you excited for spring to finally come?

Bursting Forth

Please go and visit the Art Jewelry Elements community and see what others created with Miss Jennifer's gorgeous glass headpins. Thank you for the opportunity, Miss Jennifer!

Guest Designers:

Erin Prais-Hintz

Kathy Lindemer

Alice Peterson

AJE Team:

Susan Kennedy

Francesca Watson

Jenny Davies-Reazor

Lesley Watt

Melissa Meman

Linda Landig

Jen Cameron

Erin Prais-Hintz invites you to go on a journey of inspiration at her blog Treasures Found :: Inspiration is Everywhere. You can view a gallery of her work at http://www.tesoritrovati.com/ or purchase her popular line of 'Simple Truths' in her Etsy shop.

Kaleidoscope Heart

Listen...

"The idea behind 'Kaleidoscope Heart' is that we're all sort of in pieces and broken bits on the inside, but somehow, when you look through them, you still see something beautiful and colorful and magical..."
- Sara Bareilles

 Words by Sara Bareilles.

Original faux fused glass necklace designed by me for the lovely Miss Tori.

Inspired by each dancer who represents a singular color in a fascinating kaleidoscope
filled with light and movement and beauty that literally take my breath away.

To the director, Miss Tori Rogoski, and all the dancers at Dance Education Center, I look forward to witnessing your joy tonight at the premiere of  

The View 

and the Spring Spotlight recital this weekend.

"We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once."

~Friedrich Nietzsche 

Week Thirteen: The Three Great Days

Triduum.

The Three Great Days.

I am currently in the midst of one of the busiest, most intense, brightest and most meaningful days in the life of my faith. If you profess the same beliefs, you will understand. My daughter told me that she loves each of these days for different reasons. The ritual, the symbols, the stories. Each day has something important to teach us and I marvel at the wonder of it each time as if I am experiencing it anew.

As I write this, we have just come home from the Holy Thursday mass. We have a community pot luck meal before heading over to the church for the Mass. This one always makes me feel so humble.

"Jesus took a towel and he girded himself

and he washed my feet,

yes, he washed my feet.

Jesus took a basin and he knelt himself down,

and he washed,

yes, he washed my feet."

We sing those words while we watch as members from all over the community, all ages, all types of people come together to wash each others' feet. Such a powerful model of service to others from Jesus' actions. He did something so simple, but something that would have been the domain of a servant for each of his disciples.

I watched as my husband knelt down and lovingly poured warm water over the feet of our daughter and gently bathed her feet. Then he took them carefully, one at a time, and dried them. This cycle is repeated until every person that seeks this symbolic blessing has received it. This is such a powerful extension of not only community, and banquet but of service to all. It is a good reminder to me that I need to throw off the cloak of power I may think that I have and get down to the work of serving those around me more fully without any reciprocity or expectation.

"Will you let me be your servant?

Let me be as Christ to you.

Pray that I may have the strength to

let you be my servant, too."

I wept during the singing of this song. The tears flowed so quickly and completely that I couldn't hold it back. Those around me were wondering what was wrong, offering me tissue, a hand of support. I am not sure if it was the monument of that moment with the people coming forward to participate in the washing ritual, or if it was that words to verse four that did it, but I couldn't keep the tears from coming.

We are pilgrims on the journey.
We are travelers on the road
We are here to help each other,
Walk the mile and bear the load.

I will hold the Christ light for you
In the night time of your fear.
I will hold my hand out to you
Speak the the peace you long to hear.

I will weep when you are weeping
When you laugh, I’ll laugh with you
I will share your joy and sorrow
Till we’ve seen this journey through.

When we sing to God in heaven
We shall find such harmony
Born of all we’ve known together
Of Christ’s love and agony

This song holds deep personal meaning for me. It was sung at a crucial part of our wedding ceremony 20+ years ago. But on this night, I felt a bigger, more powerful meaning. I feel it speaking to my own relationships yes, but more to that of my parents who are going through some rather tough changes and challenges ahead. I had just had a meeting with my father about the fact that things are moving on to a new phase in their life of 45 years... the Alzheimer's that my mother has, that we have been watching creep up on us these past seven years or so, is claiming her at far too young an age. She will be turning 67 next month. This should be a golden time for them, but it is turning to twilight far too fast. So these words were even more poignant to me this year.

Good Friday will be the most somber of days. I usually struggle to get through the penetrating depth of these readings. There are no Hollywood sound effects, no close up of the blood, sweat and tears, and there doesn't need to be. What always strikes me most is that there is no holy water to bless myself with when I arrive there. It is such an automatic to reach for that little dab of water to splash on my forehead and on my shoulders in the form of a cross. I always forget that it will be missing and that touch of dryness shakes me every time.

"Behold, behold the wood of the cross

on which is hung our Salvation.

O come, let us adore."

 

We have this immense wooden cross that is carried into the church at a certain point. It usually takes about 15 people to hoist it above their heads and make the long trek down the aisle while we sing those words. Outside of singing that several times, this ritual is done in silence. It is laid at the foot of the altar and we are invited to come forward - no lines, no order, just to come - and venerate the cross. I usually cannot contain my emotions at this point and when I kneel there to touch the cross, or bow to kiss it. Everyone has their own way. Just pausing to own what I am bearing, I sometimes find that I am weeping. But it is a cathartic action and just knowing that we are all baring our souls to the moment is very powerful.

Saturday is the Easter Vigil. Starting at sundown with a bonfire behind the church, we get the first of the symbols - fire and light. This year there are piles of snow on the ground so I doubt that this will be done. The church is in total darkness and the community lights their candles from one flame to the next filling the room with a glow that is spectacular.

This year will be extra special. Our church is Newman University Parish. We exist to support the Catholic students on the campus of the University of Wisconsin - Stevens Point. I am honored to be the sponsor for a UWSP student who is getting her First Communion and Confirmation at this mass. As her sponsor I have been attending religious education classes with her since last fall. She is a lovely young lady and I feel that I have gained a deeper appreciation for the faith that I was born into by supporting this young lady in her call to conversion. Which leads me {finally} to my picture for this week.

{Faith as small as a Mustard Seed}

I created a special necklace for her (and for my young niece Evelyn who will be making her First Communion in May) that is a tiny 1/2" pendant with a mustard seed encased in resin. On the back is her initial. I have made mustard seed necklaces before, but this one with its diminutive size, really speaks to me. I think I will have to make more and perhaps start offering them in my Etsy shop.

"You don't have enough faith," Jesus told them. "I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it would move.
Nothing would be impossible."

~Matthew 17:20

I plan to gift this to her on Saturday to let her know that this faith that she is affirming will have a great power to transform her life. I hope she will keep this as a touchstone, a talisman, a reminder that I will be praying for her and keep this time with her in my heart as a critical time in my faith formation as well. That little mustard seed is a good reminder that nothing is impossible. Even the word says, "I'm possible."

Sunday, I will be the cantor at the morning mass. There will be a baptism of a baby there and I love singing on that morning. The church will be so transformed from a bleak and stark simplicity on Friday to overflowing with light and lilies and the brightness of a new day. And then I will be celebrating by hosting the Hintz family at my house for a party in the afternoon (thank heavens for Arby's roast beef and ham and the deli at Copps Market for supplying the entire meal ;-). 

Wherever you are, whatever you might believe and however you might celebrate it, I wish you all the glory of the season and the realization that the simple truth of faith has a great mystery and power.

"Christ is risen! He is risen, indeed!"

  

Resin Bubbles Blog Hop

"I am drinking the stars!"

~Dom Perignon on his first sip of bubbly Champagne

When I saw that Miss Lorelei was hosting a little Michaels beading blog hop I jumped at the chance. Never mind that it was the going to be during the most busy week for me. I just had to do it!

I have been on the Halcraft/Michaels beading design team since last May. Each month we are sent an assignment for a particular style or using a particular set of Bead Gallery beads that are usually not even in the stores yet. Back in June 2012, we were given the theme of Vintage and sent lots of metal sliders and pendants to use. That is the first time I saw these resin bubbles. Their holographic quality mesmerized me.

{Jewel of the Nile}

I created a necklace that used a few of them as connectors called 'Jewel of the Nile.' I just used the holes at each end to connect to the pearls and the blue color brought out the turquoise in this pretty pendant.

But in the spirit of Miss Lorelei's challenge, I knew that I wanted to challenge myself to create something new. So I decided to buy the purple and peach color combination.

Their shape is what vexes me. I love the irregularity of it, and in this colorway, there are two sliders with the peach and purple and one with the purple only, which appeals to my asymmetric soul. As I moved them around on my beading table, I thought they looked a bit like a honeycomb. I wanted them to look like they were floating there. The trick was getting them to attach to one another in a way that made use of the negative space but also held a shape.

I had to go slow and connect each one individually to the next using jump rings, turning them over as I did so. And with each one that I connected it led to a whole new dilemma about where to place the next. It was as if I selected a 1000 piece puzzle and all the pieces were shaped the same but fit together in many ways, with the picture the only way to tell if you got it right. The pieces only have holes on the ends, and they only face in one direction. So it is more challenging to construct than it looks.

I wish that it didn't flop around when I pick it up. but when it is on and lying flat it really does have a stunning presence. To keep it simple, I dug through my stash of silk cord from Marsha Neal Studio and knotted a total of seven strands, doubled for the back part. And then I figured out that I made it a little too long. Doh! The silk cord stretches from the weight of all those metal sliders. But I do like the effect.

I call this Sweet Sparkling Rosé as this reminds me of a bit of pink champagne! Maybe I should take that as a sign that Mimosas are in order for Sunday's festivities! ;-)

Thank you Miss Lorelei for proposing this creative challenge. It was frustrating and fun at the same time, as all great challenges should be. Please go over to her blog and see links to all the other participants in the hop.

Week Twelve :: Observe the Curve

"Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be." ~Abraham Lincoln (Random Acts of Wisdom on my Mary Engelbreit desk calendar today!)

I am supposed to be doing this weekly series of photo prompts from my friend Sally at The Studio Sublime.I have been so busy that I forget to check the prompt each week until Friday. I actually have missed the past month of challenges, but I have been thinking about them, and even taking some of the pictures, so this is a bit of a catch up. This week, the theme is "Observe the Curve."

I suppose that means that I should pay attention to shapes and shadows or things that are round. But that is not what I thought of first. Life arcs around you in waves of emotion and memory all the time.There are times of great high, life-is-sweet, I'm on top of the world that can turn, inexplicably, to periods of lost, stuck-in-the-mud, I've fallen and I can't get up moments. Life is a spiral and spirals are made of curves and right now I feel that my life is curving around on itself so that is what I am observing, along with some images to get me caught up on some missing weeks. I haven't been able to do them all, and I would like to go back to some, but I felt that I should at least share what I have done that hasn't been seen yet. And while I won't apologize for my absence, I think you will see why I have been riding the waves as well as getting sucked into the undertow a bit in this rollicking journey.

{Week One :: Self Portrait :: I didn't start until the 2nd week ;-)}

Someone stopped by my office today and asked if I was alright. You seem so sad lately, she remarked. And she is right. I am usually pretty good at keeping my emotions away from public view, fake-it-'til-you-make-it, glass is half full. But this month has really been a strain and I guess it has been wearing through to the outside, letting the cracks open wider than normal. And I don't really know all the reasons why I am feeling this way. But I do know that I am feeling a bit like Silly Putty. Remember that stuff? I always got that in my Easter basket. You would stretch it out and press it down on top of the comics in the paper and it would peel off with the impression of Snoopy that you could pull in different directions for a funny result. Yeah. That is what I feel like right now. Silly Putty. I am not here to bitch and moan that I am sometimes sad, or not always as upbeat as I might appear on the outside. Heck, everyone has those days. But I am real. My life is not always rosy, but it is mine. And I have to accept the highs and the lows. What fun would life be if it were just flatlands or smooth sailing all the time? And cracks are how you let the light in, right?

I feel like this article I just read... "Find the One Thing You're Most Passionate About, Then Do It On Nights And Weekends For The Rest Of Your Life." Oh, heck yeah. I could have written that!

{Week Eight :: Monochromatic - my Tiny Dancer performing in a dance for the Harmony Living Center}

Of course, there are reasons that I can point to, to observe those curves, if you will... we have not hit 40 degrees once in March and that is a record (it is Spring, right?) plus there is no end in sight to the piles of snow... I have spent every weeknight, and some weekends, since March 1st where I have not made it home before 8:30-9:30. This is due to commitments that my daughter has with dance performances and rehearsals, and this week I have been doing a sort of trunk show at the dance studio during the costume pick up for the annual show themed commemorative limited edition jewelry fundraiser (40% goes to their chapter of the National Honor Society of Dance Arts - we are the only studio with a chapter in the whole state so it is quite a big deal. So far this week the donation is at $220!).

{2013 DEC Jewelry - Every dancer is a color in the Kaleidoscope of The View. Each kaleidoscope, dancer or hand painted sparkly heart pendant is engraved with "View-DEC-2013" on the back as a limited edition keepsake.}

March 23rd is a special day that cannot go unnoticed. It is the day that I became a mommy. My son 'Rocket' was born on March 23, 1998. He was breach so I had to endure the rather painful external version (where they push quite hard on your stomach to 'encourage' the baby to turn. Didn't work.) and ended up with a C-section. I can barely remember those early days, except to know that I was scared out of my mind for the first three months and thoroughly exhausted. He was not a baby that was easy. Rather demanding. Shrill, as I recall. An I-want-it-now-and-I'm-not-going-to-wait sort of babe. But I suppose that is how all infants are, right?

{Then...and Now... although this could have been the perfect picture for last week's endless possiblities...}

He is a great kid and I am so excited to watch him grow into a young man. That picture on the left was taken in September. We were rolling around with him and told him that he was going to be a big brother in the spring. He lay on the grass looking up at the clouds overhead and told us that he was going to tell the new baby about grass... and clouds... and football. The picture on the right was a totally rare smile for a 14 year old. We took a fall hike up a nearby mountain and were standing on the top of the lookout tower. This candid shot is the way I love to see him, laughing and full of life. My, how he has grown. I am not sure I would have believed it myself if I hadn't put these two pictures next to each other. It gives me a ridiculous amount of pride to see him do the things he loves - like baseball, which will be starting soon, best time of the year - and to watch him do great things in school. These next three years will go by quicker than the last 15 have, I am sure of it. I already feel like I am being left in a cloud of his dust as he speeds away. And he isn't even driving yet. (Oh Lord, help me, I just realized he will be driving next year!)
 

{Week Ten :: All Wrapped Up - in my Tiny Dancer's 12th birthday slumber party complete with hand made recycled t-shirt scarves, epoxy clay and rhinestone bling rings and amateur music video making}

Because I haven't been home, I am starting to feel like a stranger in the homeland. I barely have time to high five my husband as we pass in the hall shouting out to each other our pick up and drop off plans for the kids. I am desperate for a date night and have been asking for one since the beginning of the year. Hasn't happened yet. I haven't yet started on my taxes and they have to be done next week. I can't forget it is Holy Week and I am singing at mass for Palm Sunday as well as Easter. It is a very special day on Saturday for the Best Day of the Church Year - the Easter Vigil. I am the sponsor for a university student who will be making her First Communion and Confirmation at that event so I will be with her and her family to support her in this very important time and also attending a retreat that day to prepare (so happy for her!). My home will be the host for the Hintz family Easter luncheon. So I am trying to figure out how many people will come (mostly adult nieces and nephews with their significant others) so it could be anywhere from 9-20 people. Hard to plan the right amount of food, especially since I won't be there to prepare it! Arby's Roast Beef to the rescue! I plan to order the beef and ham and buns from there and then I can just pick up the rest ready made from the deli and grocery store. I am all about convenience and paying someone else to do what I can't or won't do. The good news is that I am taking off Wednesday through Friday to hopefully get all of that done, and maybe spend a little time with my kids for their spring break watching the snow melt (so jealous of all those heading to sunnier destinations!).

{10 Year DEC Dancer Gift}

I have to start on the 10 year dancer necklaces that I make each year to honor the students who have danced continuously at the studio for a decade (thanks to Cat Pruitt for her awesome etching help! I feel so much more calm knowing I don't have to tackle that step!). I need to create two special necklaces for the studio director to wear during the show performances as well, and I have a Toast of the Town variation that I am making for myself to wear with my emerald green Easter dress. I want to finish some meaningful mustard seed jewelry for my university student and my favorite niece making her First Communion. I also have 3-4 pieces due next week for Halcraft/Michaels as well as the Art Bead Scene March Blog Tour. Most of that will happen in the next week... or two. ;-)

But lest you think that I am forgetting to put my own oxygen mask on first, on Saturday I am having a 'me day.' I am heading to Madison for the Art Glass and Bead Show. I have never been because it never works out. This year I just decided it would regardless. I am taking two classes with artist Debbi Simon whom I have admired from afar. It will be refreshing to learn something new (hopefully I can apply it instead of buying all the tools needed and then never accomplishing anything outside of the class!). I hope to get a wee bit of bead shopping in (breaking my bead fast!). And I just discovered there is an Anthropologie store in nearby Hilldale Mall. I have never been to an Anthropologie store so I am excited about seeing that. I can't quite fit into anything they sell (maybe the shoes!) so it will be more of a fact-finding mission to see displays and soak up the ambiance. Of course, I feel a bit guilty doing this on my son's 15th birthday, but it is the State Basketball Tournament for 8th grade and our organization is the host. It will be going on all over town this weekend and my husband is on the committee and my son will be making money scoring all the games. I do feel bad for my poor daughter who will be left all day. Maybe I can bring her back something special from my trip to the Anthropologie store to wear for Easter.

{Week Eleven :: The Possibilities are Endless. A client asked if I had ever considered mushroom spores as a subject for my pendants. Umm, no, but intrigued! Recently I found a medium that allows me to carve out my own sketched designs so I tested it out and the results are very exciting! I have made spore prints and two other mushrooms as well as birch bark and my new favorite - the pussy willow. I am working on another client request for yin-yang and I have come up with a new series based on flowers. Very cool new direction that these possibilities are opening for me!}

So I haven't forgotten about all of you, dear readers. You may have noticed that I have been lurking here and there a bit, surfacing for air and popping in for a comment or two. I hope that I will be able to get back to righting my ship and riding the crest of a wave real soon. At least before it falls off the edge of the world and I get sucked under again. ;-)

{Week Twelve :: Observe the Curve :: Frozen tundra landscape from my office window enhanced with a wee bit of color}

Is your life in an arc or a valley right now? 

Are you riding a wave or getting sucked in by the undertow?

P.S. If you have read this far, thank you. I feel like a flash sale in my Etsy shop is in order. How about 25% off any listing in my Etsy shop from now until the end of the day on March 26th with the code: OBSERVETHECURVE with a minimum $25 purchase. (Does not apply to the Simple Truths Samplers, sorry.)