It’s a cold, dreary, gray, fall day. A day for slippers, cozy blankets and sweaters. I decided today I would ignore the call of the studio and settle into “desk work”. Two words a creative absolutely hates. “Desk work”. Yet as a business owner it is completely necessary. But before I settle in to the tedium, I need to sweat. Exercise. Yes…because I am slightly obsessed…but also for my mental health. A necessity of sorts.
The beach. She called to me. Beckoned me with her sultry song. Like the pull of the tide I could not resist.
I jumped from the path and began to walk close to the shoreline. Watching the water play its dancing game. Changing its route with each swell. In. Out. Natures rhythm.
Seagulls littered the path before me. Oblivious to my presence until I ventured too close. Then in unison they moved. Their own rhythm. In tune with one another.
I scanned the sand absently. Looking. Yet not looking. Stones. Shells. Driftwood. I gathered some. Thinking I might want to remember this moment later.
The sound of the water is hypnotizing. It’s subtle lapping. It speaks to my soul. It calms my fears. It gives me peace. It is here I feel closer to God than anywhere else.
The sound of the water is hypnotizing. It’s subtle lapping. It speaks to my soul.
My studio – my behind the scenes place – is more than just where I create. It’s my respite. It’s the place where I can walk in. Sit. Feel. It feeds all my creativity. Textures. Lights. It heightens my senses and allows me to just be. But it’s also the place “where the magic happens”. Where I get to breathe life into a piece of metal and see it become something beautiful. I love that. I am extremely grateful for the gifts I have been given, and that not only do I get to do what I love, I am privileged to create for others. To bring them joy in something as simple as a piece of jewelry.
Today I thought I would give you a tiny glimpse into the steps that go into the fabrication of one of my favorite rings. Delicate and feminine yet also statement making and powerful. That’s how I feel when I wear this design.
This is how she becomes.
My studio is more than just where I create. It’s also the place “where the magic happens”.
Autumn mornings. You rub the sleep from your eyes in the morning. Cloudy. Crisp. Then by noon the sun begins to reach her arms to the earth. As if to say…not yet. Not yet. It does make it hard to dress oneself. But I am not complaining. The warmth is what I need. The sun. With my inner demons struggle, I crave vitamin D by way of the sun. The sweet caress of her warmth. Between that and exercise, it is in my top depression arsenal.
Autumn fashion. Mostly transitional. Sometimes difficult. But oh so fun. [Read more…] about Family Fashion a slow transition to autumn
I struggle with depression. But I am not depressed. Does that even make sense?
Sometimes the cold icy fingers of depression sneak up on me. They wrap their hands around me and seek to pull me down and destroy. Yes. That ugliness is true. But I don’t dwell there.