Sunday, October 4, 2015

Ring and Necklace Preview

I am not messing around: this is a serious influx of serious gems and metalwork.
I have never been more in love with a collection of hours and sweat spent making.
The new space did it: I blame a friendly ghost and seeing into the rafters.

The gifts of the coming autumn have been many. I slowed down some.
I cleaned up some bad habits I'd indulged in for too long.
I got really clear about what mattered.

I have so much to show you, I think you can feel this good place in the work,
it resonates.


Blue Opal Orb Weaver Valentine Necklace with Untreated Sleeping Beauty Turquoise and Carved Coral Roses. Brass chain connectors, hand fabricated. Hammer Engraved web.


Ammonite Postcard Necklace with Minnesota Garden weed and Jacaranda Frond.
Little Collages from the places I love.

Baltic Amber and Chrysoprase Orb Weaver Valentine Necklace. Hammer Engraved. Oxidized sterling chain fringe. 

Royston Hammer Engraved Orb Weaver Ring

Botanical Ring. Hammer Engraved.

Holy Bones Ring. Soft Faceted Howlite, cabbed by me. Feather impression and Chicken Wishbone Band. Size 6.

Dainty Kingman Turquoise Ring. Hammer Engraved, deeply carved. Size 6.25

Full Moon Ring. Watercolor and enamel on copper. Fine Silver Bezel. Dragonfly band. Lavender impressions. Size 7.5

Holy Bones Ring in Labradorite. Striated Golden Flash. Chicken Wishbone Cast Band. Size 8.25

Surrounded by all of the beauty a smaller California country town affords,
egged on by a large and unpretentious workspace
I hammered and sweated and soldered and set happily.

I really look forward to offering this work up to the world 

tomorrow at 5 PM Pacific time.


Thursday, September 17, 2015

To Have a Son

To have a kid is to go on the adventure of a lifetime.

I certainly cannot stress enough that it's the hardest work I've ever done.
Everything else comes after his needs and that can be tough as hell.
I'm at a total loss about Doing It Right pretty consistently

This morning I apologized for being cranky
while I was driving with him
and from the back seat he said,
"Aw, Mom, that's okay - I will take care of you today."

And just like that, a flood of joy. A waterway open
for our little boat.

Around and around and around the world we go,
where we stop only God knows


Monday, September 14, 2015


This is the before, which is also the now.
 Bit by delicious bit I'll be making this garage into
my workspace.

I've always landed in a room that needs nothing more than a fresh coat of paint: everything all ready to go, just move all the benches against the walls and begin. This space is incredible in the way it presents both challenges and gifts: not a wealth of wall space and nothing I would call 'pretty', but VAST. 

In just a few weeks this will be my soldering station extraordinaire, with a new actual jeweler's bench
(!!!!) and a bright cheery yellow-orange paint job. Poppies will unfurl. Switch plates may even get replaced: this is going to be very very good.

Last night I tapped my graver across a fresh piece of sterling and took my first pass at what will end up being Cecil the Lion. If you're on the internet ever you likely know his story: a dentist from Minneapolis paid 55,000 usd to kill him in Africa. 

I mourned for him and all his death represents, for the terrible way we treat the earth and all her creatures.
Part of his engraved proceeds will go to charity. Maybe you can help me pick out a relevant one?
I'll be researching.

The myriad Orb Weavers doing their very best to wrap up our back yard have 
inspired a few pretty saddle rings: this one will have an ammonite doublet at its center, vibrant and incredible.

This month's round of work will be a celebration of the emptying out
that is harvest-time, the exploration of husks
and the dregs of summer.

I look forward to sharing them with you!

I hope you're doing so well today. 


Monday, September 7, 2015


We are settling in to the peace of our new home.
The hard work of constant schlep is done: we have moved!

Almost as if to reinforce the right choice to do so,
I read news of someone being stabbed in the neck two blocks away from our old home in downtown
San Jose.
Of yet another homicide a mile away.

I could tell you of the stress that started undoing me, raising a tender young thing in the midst of what had steadily become more violent surroundings.

Of losing some of my eyebrows to it.
Of nights where tension worked its way across my face in tight waves I could not stop.
Of some young party-goer ringing my doorbell wildly near 10 pm ( "Bitch, come OUT! It's time to go!!") and how I melted down 
spectacularly upon closing the door.
Of a stranger trying to climb into my neighbor's kitchen window at 5 am, given away by the crunch of the gravel and scared off by my loud voice a few feet away across the driveway.
The reduced police force in a terrible state of overwork.
Rumors of emergency response times taking upwards of ten minutes or much more.
The crush of unmedicated and unwell transient souls that roamed the streets in need and in pain.

I loved our rental house so much, that ramshackle cottage that saw us through five years of 
city life, but it was clear that raising O put us in a different mindset than
the two young professionals that had moved in childless.

I could never turn off my vigilance and it was wreaking havoc on my body.
Any small noise at night set my heart pounding and kept me up until dawn.
I needed a small town again.
The balm of rolling blonde hills.
I wanted O to grow up with a mom who was well and strong.
As much as I loved city living for a younger version of myself,
I had to admit to the shift of becoming a mother had changed the way I related to 
the outside world.

My second bedroom blue studio is traded for a white-walled garage space
where my workbenches circle around the center point like stones around a campfire.
I'm intimidated by the largeness of the space
and at the same time I am giddy every time I set foot in there.
It's more industrial
and super free
and I can drop molten things on the freshly painted grey concrete floor without fear.

Schmilly and I are pretty sure we'll be building a handsome studio structure in the back yard
after the (hopefully) rainy season passes,
but I want to feel out the garage: maybe I won't want something new after I expand to fill
the space fearlessly.

We are unfurling.
Sitting still with the silence here,
driving the country roads
and looking at the stars that seem to have multiplied 30 miles away from where we rarely saw them.

We are here.
We are here.
All is well


Monday, August 3, 2015

Shop Update Preview, Last Campfire.

Elephant Protector Necklace. Heart Chakra. Hand-faceted chrysoprase (done in-studio).
Hammer engraved and chased sterling silver bull elephant.
Fern. Pepper Flower. Brass.

Friendship Bracelet Hoops

Oak Leaf Trinity Earrings

Kingman Turquoise and Seed Bead Earrings

Faceted Sleeping Beauty Turquoise Sterling Cast Wishbone Necklace. Cabbed in-studio.

Fern and Dragonfly Seed Bead Earrings. Kingman and Sleeping Beauty turquoise.

Royston Turquoise and Bronze Wishbone Necklace

Friendship Bracelet Earrings. Sleeping Beauty Turquoise. 

Friendship Bracelet Earrings

Libra Wishbone Earrings. Shell. Seed Beads. Cast Bronze Wishbones.

Starry Bangle. Brass and Sterling silver. up to 7 inch wrist.

Mmmmmm I wanna Linger
Mmmmmm A little Longer
Mmmmm a little longer here with you.

Mmmmmm it's such a perfect night
Mmmmmm it doesn't seem quite right
Mmmmm that this will be my last with you.

Mmmmm and come September I will remember
Mmmmm this precious night and friendships true
Mmmm and as the years go by
Mmmmm I'll think of you and sigh
Mmmmm it was goodnight and not goodbye

Last campfire tonight at 5 pm Pacific.