Year of Jewelry And Stuff

On May 29, 2012

Has it really been a month? For SHAME!  But, in my defense, I’ve been ubber busy trying to re-establish an online presence, and, if truth be told, listing product is so boring. I would much rather create, attempt to create or, as the case may be, stare at things for a long time and think really hard about creating before putting things away and pretending I did a good job at pretending to be busy. But I did manage to get caught up on my Year of Jewelry themes, until I fell behind again. So, in the name of expediency, here are weeks something through… something. I don’t even remember anymore.

Well, actually I’d missed so many weeks this entire post would be nothing but pictures, so I wont fill up my time here with superfluous self-promoting. Okay… I will, just in a much more self-indulgent way. You can view all the Year of Jewelry entries here, however, and peruse to your heart’s content. There are talents far greater than mine on display there from which you can draw inspiration on an otherwise uncreative day. Oh, but the piece above was my Mother’s Day pendant, which was week….whatever week Mother’s Day was! Happy Mother’s Day! My piece contained two bottom Swarovski crystals representing the birthstones of my children and the top one represents my own. Crystals because I’m way too poor for an emerald (sorry Hunter). Then I made a bunch of rings, six new tutorials, and even had my photography commissioned by an interior decorator. Exciting stuff!

But, for real, I’ve been busy. Celebrated nine years with my husband on the 10th, Mother’s Day on the 13th, and my oldest turned 17 the day after. Then I had a busted faucet which led to a busted pipe, which led to a carpet that had to be professionally steam cleaned, and other home repairs to delegate. A new washer and dryer to buy and install, and the dryer didn’t work so we had our ducts cleaned, then the dryer still didn’t work, and we found out we need some sort of booster blower thingy for the duct, which the Association will neither fix themselves nor allow us to fix. Basically I had so much fun I had to find my happy place seventeen times and considered becoming a hobo until I realized I’d have no way to charge my nook.

And then, this is the real kicker, I found myself in the middle of more drama, from a prominent learning environment, no less, where back-stabbing and whining run rampant, and grown women act like spoiled children. Not all of them, mind you, but, needless to say, I feel like my hair has been pulled on the playground and it is messing up my flow! And I’ve realized artists are capable of far more fickle and unkind gestures than most criminals I know, and, I’m sad to say, I know a few. Ahem.

So on that note, I’d just like to say… be nice, everyone. Share ideas. Cherish the spirit of creativity which inspires us to grow, which is the same spirit in me, in you, in every poem or song or painting. Let the pettiness and bitterness fall to the ground soft as dust and enjoy the movement of energy from one creative soul to the next. Indulge in the expressiveness of art without falling into the cold clutch of rivalry because, really, isn’t there enough complication in our lives?