a second round of patty-pan squarshes:
seasonally confused honeysuckle:
it makes me laugh. yes, it's very, very sharp; what would be the point of making one that wasn't? my hope is that, when worn, it sends a message. and that message is: PLEASE TAKE THREE STEPS BACK. i sort of like the vaguely crooked lines, the uneven heart. i like to see the perfection in imperfection, you know? it has nothing to do with my relentlessly shaky hands, i'm sure.
so much going on! 8 days 'til SHOP787. i can't wrap my head around it yet. i've been afraid to draw up my little sketch-plan of how i will set everything up. i just don't want to think about it yet. i received a jewelry supply order from Rio Grande yesterday and, of course, the chain i so desperately needed for some ultra beauteous antique glass lockets i have is BACKORDERED. WTF? they didn't tell me that when i ordered it. aaaarrrrgggghhhh.
i did receive some fantastical 24k gold vermeil lotus pendants and earwires that i'm very excited about working with, though! and also a BIG bottle of {already prepared} liver of sulphur for all my oxidizing whims. i always enjoy bottles of liquid chemicals. they make the husband nervous. someday when i'm very, very crazy i will barricade myself in a corner with all my chemicals. i often wonder, {when i'm working with metals} if i'm slowly but surely doing myself in. ever since i took up photography in 10th grade i've been fearless of dipping my bare hands in vats of toxin-laden liquids. i don't have any explanation for it. while everyone else wears heavy rubber gloves and leather aprons i'm barefoot and maskless. NO FEAR I TELL YOU. i know i should be careful, but i'm not. i hold my breath when i heat oxidize brass with my torch....isn't that enough?! after a few hours of silver-smithing my face is smudged with soot, polishing compound, and tiny bits of sterling shrapnel. i had a special, expensive mask to wear while tending to such tasks, but one of the dogs chewed it to smithereens long ago. like always, i shrug my shoulders and put my nose back to the grindstone. poisonous fumes be damned! (and i'm positive that my constant headaches have nothing, absolutely nothing to do with my utter lack of disregard for chemical safety precautions!)
it's in the tenderloin area, a bit of a gritty neighborhood where you don't walk down the alleys alone at night but a place that feels comfortable to me whenever i'm there. i'm imagining setting up the front as a tiny storefront, where i hawk my jewels and frippery; in the back, i hide my living quarters, disguised as a studio. i figure i could afford it with my etsy income plus whatever i would make retail-wise. this is all a fantasy, though. i'm married with a farm and many pets and a houseful of stuff that would never fit in a 200 square foot place. not to mention there is probably not a shower or bathtub in the bathroom, seeing as how it's a commercial space. there is the crazy notion of lee staying here with the animals, farm, and house, and me moving out there--i'd still transfer the same amount of money i give him every other week to pay the mortgage and bills and cross my fingers and hope that i made at least enough through the storefront to pay the rent and utilities. then we could fly back and forth from texas to SF to visit. we'd always have a place to stay in cali. i don't have a clue how well the storefront portion would go, though. i'm just sort of running my brain...sort of playing "what if". anyway, here's the ad: http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/off/1419752384.html it's just thoughts, y'all....please don't fret.i think it's much better than being a mom. at least as far as i'm concerned personally. yes, i think i feel very safe just being an aunt. i have some terrible emotional issues that would get in the way of raising my own spawn, i think, not to mention a house full of lead paint.
so happy birthdee tiny jj...i can't wait for you to start talking so that i can teach you all sorts of foul language.
♥