•November 20, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Time to reboot the blog.  Time to reboot the findings etsy shop.  Time to get to work.


Handmade Copper Charm

•November 20, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Handmade Copper Charm

Artisan made copper charm; handmade.

Recycled Bottle Glass Rings

•June 22, 2012 • Leave a Comment
Recycled bottle glass rings

Recycled Bottle Glass Rings

I humiliated a squirrel

•June 18, 2012 • Leave a Comment

My husband and I have gone around and around about getting a pet – we’ve had dogs and cats throughout the years and he just doesn’t want another pet.  Part of me understands – walks, cleaning up after them, the hair – but I miss having a dog and/or cats.  So, I’ve settled on feeding the birds in my yard.

A few weeks a ago I noticed a ground squirrel in the yard, eating flowers and eating plums on the trees – just one bite per plum.  I hate that squirrel.   Then I saw it on the birdfeeder stuffing it’s little squirrely face full of sunflower seeds.  I’ve yelled at the squirrel, tried to squirt it with the hose and thrown rocks and pine cones at it (all misses), all to the detriment of my sore back and the amusement of my family.

I had my husband re-make the bird feeder – a large round tray atop a pole, I thought the squirrel’s reach would not allow it to get on top of the tray from climbing the pole.  Then I saw that furry face stuffing it’s cheeks with seeds yesterday on the tray – and that was it…I snapped.  I went to my studio, grabbed the can of WD-40 I keep next to my rolling mill and sprayed (saturated) the pole and waited.  I watch the squirrel circle the pole, get up on it’s hind legs, sniff, (the oil either masks the smell of the seeds or the squirrel doesn’t like the smell), all while endlessly circling the birdfeeder.  …I’m Bill Murray in Caddy Shack…watching, plotting, waiting…then finally 4 hours later the squirrel makes it’s attempt at scaling the pole.  Sweet revenge…it grabs the pole with all four feet and slides down as if on a fire station pole.  Hah!

Yet, the squirrel is still circling, thinking, calculating….all the while I’m watching – this is my Sunday.  I want that squirrel gone (I don’t want to kill it, just gone).  My daughter feeding my mania conspires with me to really get the squirrel.  We put a gob of peanut butter on the very top of the pole just below the tray and spray the pole with more WD-40 and wait.   My husband and daughter insist we go to lunch – Father’s Day…fine, ok.  I’m thinking of the squirrel.

Home again, I set up camp with a full view of the bird feeder – ipad, water, newspaper and wait.  The squirrel is circling (I’m still watching) hours pass, sniffing, up on two legs, climbing into a small tree with flimsy branches, trying to figure out the leap from the branches on the tray.  Ha, no.  Finally,  he makes another leap onto the pole, this time almost making it to the top….and slides right back down.   Ha! take that squirrel – ya, I saw.  That squirrel heard me laugh and disappeared under a fence, totally humiliated.  I win, ha! I win squirrel.

thinking about tutorials – how does the movie function on my camera work?

•June 14, 2012 • 1 Comment

I read so many posts on the Etsy forums about being asked questions and not wanting to share information, it got me thinking about making a few tutorials.  I’m not sure slide show tutorials are very effective – just looking at static pictures isn’t very interesting or informative, plus there would be quite a bit of writing involved.   So now I’m thinking about using my little Lumix point and shoot camera as a tool to create mini-tutorials.  Here is a very short video shot with my camera – just checking on the quality…

ok…that didn’t work – need to rethink – suggestions most welcome.


Putting yourself first

•June 4, 2012 • 1 Comment

I never thought I was a ‘People Pleaser’, if you asked a few days ago what I thought of People Pleasers I would have said something not particularly complementary.  That was a few days ago…today I understand I am a People Pleaser, I put other people’s priorities above my own.

I went to a show on Saturday and while unloading my displays, I stretched into my car to pick up a box that was heavier than I remembered, and pull / torn some muscles in my back.  I saw stars for a moment, worked my way back to standing and told my son (my show assistant for the day), he’d have to unload the car alone.  I was/am in serious pain, but continued working to set up.  I really wanted to load it all back in and drive on home, but didn’t want to tell the organizer I was leaving – thought that wouldn’t be very nice. …not be very nice thing to do – I could barely move & felt a bit sick to my stomach, and I was concerned leaving wouldn’t be nice.

I learned a lesson, I am never going to do anything again to make someone else happy to my detriment.  I’m not sure if going home immediately would have made any difference in the physical pain I feel today – but for certain I wouldn’t feel like such a fool.  Today is my day – that phrase I thought so trite, ‘today is the first day of the rest of your life’ well, today is my day.   No more doing a show or staying at a show to make someone else happy.  No more taking custom orders I don’t want to make.  No more doing favors I don’t want to do.   So many ‘no mores’…


Thanks, now was that so hard?

•March 8, 2012 • 3 Comments

I often get questions sent directly to me about techniques,  tools, where to buy, even which shows are good…I always answer these messages, always.  I don’t have any secret formulas or shopping haunts – whatever I know, I freely share.  I’ve learned from books, videos, workshops, asking questions – I believe in paying it back.  Yet…yet, I do not remember the last time someone actually said ‘Thank you’, and frankly it irritates me to the point of distraction – to the point of putting it in writing.

This week alone I received two direct messages asking for help; I did a little research, typed out the reply completed with links and neither person responded with so much as a ‘thanks’.  Part of me says let it go, you chose to share and it’s more about you than them, but the other part of me – the small petty part – thinks ‘are you kidding me!’

let it go, let it go, let it go….