Friday, July 8, 2011

Happy Birthday Freddy

Happy Birthday Freddy.
Four years ago this afternoon I watched you be born and got to hold you for the very first time.  Oh my goodness everyone held you that day. You are so lucky to have so many people that love you.
Freddy I can't believe that you are such a big boy now.
You can ride a scooter.
You can have sleepovers.
You can wear underpants.
You can make a cake.
You can play games with the grown ups.
You can play Mario like a champ.
You can even hike a trail and even climb a mountain.

I love you little man.
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Freddy
Happy Birthday to you.
Cha Cha Cha!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


Beauty is a back yard water garden.
We are deep in the midst of a wonderful Summer. The flowers are blooming, veggies are growing nicely and colorful birds and dragonflies are populating the yard. The tadpoles in the pond have grown legs and now rest on the lily pads as their tails grow shorter daily.
I can't get enough of being outside and enjoying the sun. My day begins with birdsong as I walk around the garden and drink a morning cup of coffee and isn't complete until I have heard the peepers singing me to sleep.
Weekends are spent walking a new trail or on quiet water in the kayaks.
Jewelry made during these months, when I can make myself stay inside and work, is influenced by the dragonflies and birds I admire daily.

Baby frogs grow larger day by day.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Organized? Not!

The Dream of Organization.
Organization is so overrated.
It is something that I aspire to but rarely live up to.
It is a struggle to keep my work room orderly when the brain works several projects ahead of the hands.
I have neatly labeled bins and boxes.  Books filed according to topic and drawers are full of tools and supplies according to their use and type.
The Reality of my Workspace.
Living on top of these impossible dreams is a layer of my latest projects, at least a months worth of receipts, and  stock waiting to be put away from my last show or shopping trip.
My intentions are pure, but life gets in the way.