A Bit of Blue

Blue, color of the sky.

Blue, color of your eyes.

Blue, color of river and tides. 

Blue, color of the mind.

Blue, color of the moon.


Custom made for a birthday.

Wool/silk, cotton threads, glass beads

Clean Slate

You may have noticed that I've managed to focus on only a few projects lately.  It's the joy and pain of custom orders. I truly enjoy the collaborative energy that customs take, but there's also the pressure of meeting deadlines and praying that my work will be what the receiver thinks she asked for (or he!). 

It means challenges in trying something new.  It means hoping the colors come out alright, working into the night. Photos are key in showing not only progress, but also changes to the original design. Communication is so important!  

There’s a lot of faith. 

There’s a lot of fear and frustration. 

My studio becomes messy, cluttered, near disaster zone status.  Scraps of leather everywhere, bungled rivets scatter the floor, fighting with spilled beads for dominance. (Watch your step!) There is a buzz of energy as deadlines approach (backpacks are needed when school starts! eep!) 

The sweet relief of a successful custom order is brilliant.  The deep breath when the last bead or rivet is put in its place.  The click of the shutter as I take photos to record, to remember.  The swoosh of the broom as I unearth the floor and workbench from the clutter. 

Then there’s all the other projects I have on my plate… the ones that I want to work on in tandem with the customs, but don’t have time at the end of the day to play with. 

Speaking of which...


The Guardian

The Guardian, a custom cocoon for a talented jewelry artist I met this summer.  She reached out initially about a different cocoon, but ultimately chose for me to make one just for her.  True Self, finding Her, sacred space, trees, and gentle energy were our themes.

Tendrils, greens and rich blues were requested. Though it turned out more purple than blue, I ended up loving the evening-twilight-between duskiness of the colors. The sway of tendrils weighted down with beads.  Tucked in here and there are beads she sent me to use.  The inside speaks of geodes, the tendrils of roots (rooting down into her inner self-journey).

Opening to the light.

Journey within, find the jeweled cave, your shining soul, heal, rest, love. 

Under the Magnolia Tree

I made this for my mom's incredibly kind and talented husband, Stu.  A very belated Christmas present, luckily he's patient too!  I can't wait to take some photos of this strap and his mandolin in action!