Fruits of Intention

Remember this post, where I talked about working with intention? Here's what I have to show for it, from the leather bench.


The Honeycomb cuff, when your sweetness needs an edge, and your edginess needs to sweeten.  This one is special. I'm not going to give it a snap until it is claimed, it will fit it home. 

Flying Feather Cuff. A traveler's companion, a feather dancing in the wind, making it's own journey, away from what's known, and towards the greater light.  Created for the daydreamers, adventurous, path cutting people, and those who need a lightness in their step. 

Quiet Ferns. For the forest in your heart. The roots in your legs, the breeze in your hair. 

Keep making. 


Musings from the Studio

I posted this photo on instagram the other day, the caption was "Two done, a blue to go. Picking out the pieces".  A dear client of mine mentioned how she wished she could watch me work.  My answer surprised me in its clarity (bless those pre-caffeinated morning dream thoughts), I wanted to share it with you, and expand a little.  " feels like walking through a room you know well, with your eyes closed. But still being able to find what you need."

For instagram, that's a solid answer, for me, I wanted to delve in more.  I figure, if I've surprised myself, let's see what else is in there!  

When a cocoon is dyed and is ready for its embellishments, I try not to let my brain rule the roost. I dim those lights, and brighten my intuition. My heart leads.  I hold up tubes of beads, palm stones and squint at the cotton threads. Sometimes I find myself moving towards subtle color matches, and contrasting tones the next.  Every bit is important, every piece chosen with care.  The weight of the final pod is a mystery, until it is finished, but I can see a glimmer of how large of a project it will be by the amount of beads I think I'll go through. A lot of the times I'm wrong, and the cocoon is much more stitch-heavy than bead-heavy, it's always a experimental process.  Each cocoon is as unique as you and I are, but like us, a common thread runs through them (pun SO intended).