An Orphan Lucky Strike for You

Greetings from my teacup, my table and my hands!!

It is a beautiful day here in San Jose, sunny and chilly as can be.

Our back yard is overrun by the palm fronds that fell during a windstorm at the end of last week: they are 6 feet long and there are 22 of them on the ground and I kind of love them there.

Is that odd?

I made you an orphan from the stunning Lucky Strike agate from a few months back.

This one belongs on a middle finger, as it stretches a few fingers wide.

It can be made in any size and I will list it as an item tomorrow, January 4th at 2 PM Pacific Time.

The stone was cabbed by me some weeks ago, and the setting is a direct reflection of my current state:

fragile and yet completely strong

open and full all at once.

This is the unoxidized version, a little harder to imagine what it will look like finished, but I trust you can do it!

If you have any questions about the pricing or you just want to say "Hi!" please do convo me in the Metal Shop.

I will not be taking holds on this piece,

but I will certainly address any inquiries you may have.

Since I can only work for a few hours at a time, I've had to be super-choosy about what I do with the hours of my waking.

I have been bursting with the desire to engrave, and so I have been.

It feels so good, until I have to stop.

The above piece will be a ring, featuring a gorgeous (obscured in the photo, as I was going for the engraving full boar) piece of Laguna Agate cabbed by the Genius Hands of The Agate Works.

I cannot wait to see what it looks like finished!! :)

I am trying to be very careful with this body of mine, which requires a lot of gentleness.

Lots of Yin Yoga...

lots of sipping and reading

Thank you so much for not only the convos and emails, but the packages I have received and the wonderful holiday wishes everyone has been gifting us with....

I am blown away by you, my tribe.

AND I have to share this with you, as it was a first for me:

I had a dream, an odd and bizarre dream that I was at a summer camp and Madonna was the counselor in charge of a group of rag-tag adults, of which I was a part.

Right before the alarm rang, I was sitting next to a beautiful woman who was crooning a country song with her gritty, lovely voice.

As soon as I woke up, I wrote down the three lines she was singing, making note of the melody in my mind.

It stayed with me all throughout the morning and I wrote it down, a full chorus and my goodness, it is a doozy. Heartache, lost love....

Matt and Phil are coming up in a few weeks and we will write the verses together: this makes me so grateful :)

xoxoxox,

Allison