One stunning faceted Laguna Agate Cabochon (the creamy yellow beauty's already gone) and a wowsers-big collector's Brazilian Agate.
This week on the wheels was really something.
Having lived in California for the last decade (what???!!)
I see this as fire in the hills obscuring the sun and turning the air gold.
Smoke signals of the natural kind.
54mm X 30mm
I still haven't decided if I can part with this beauty...rockhounds are a curious kind
and I try not to hoard my gems but sometimes...sometimes it's tough not to.
If this one calls out to be in your work, contact me: I could go either way.
The delicate prettiness of this Laguna Agate is something to behold.
It looks angelic and its underside is rich with parallax.
Soft lavender banding
is overlaid with the lightest gray lace
and two colors of moss ground the picture.
A healed fracture runs a burgundy line through the bottom point.
I work the edges to not be razor sharp: I set primarily with bezels and it's imperative to me that if you're going to cab a rock for people who likewise work with bezels, slightly softened edges make all the difference in the world.
There was very little sleep past night: we were up in shifts, managing our first fever with the babe.
Cold compresses, sad little whimpers that broke my heart into pieces.
The heat came on quick in the Seattle airport on our way home from a trip to see friends that filled my soul up to brimming with goodwill and peace. These things carried me through the plane ride
with Orion stretched out limp and hot across both of our laps
patched with cold towels from the concerned stewardesses and bottle after bottle of water.
These things of friendship carried me home.
I am so solitary so much of the time that I forget how much in-the-flesh friendships can change the very feel of the world. I forget how much I need conversation and care beyond the sweetness that Anthony and I know after work and on the weekends.
My time with the Dove and a host of heavenly others had me hankering for regular good-natured debates and the power of women sitting in circles with great brains and white wine and the ability to think and respond to new and age-old ideas alike with wit and sass and love.
I returned here dreaming of returning there.
The babe was cool to the touch when I laid him down for a nap a little while ago.
In the midmorning he pointed to his molars and made very sad faces.
Leela sleeps on my lap with the bonelessness of kittenhood and my mind swims with the things I'll do in the studio later today. All is well.
I am a wife and proud mama, a leathercrafter, silversmith and singer/songwriter living in the Bay Area with my wonderful little family in a century-old cottage.
Here you'll find my honest and sometimes profane thoughts on motherhood, love and work.