Archive for September, 2015

Drowning in my own depths

Have you ever said “the world’s gone MAD!” like it applies to everyone but you? And then you’re suddenly shocked awake by the realization that you’ve gone mad right along with it? What does one do with this? I sure wish I knew. So many little earthquakes lately, in the earth and in my life… it makes me wonder when the big one’s coming, Elizabeth. I have all these words, yet I find myself once again in that place of speechlessness, where everything makes sense and no sense at all… knowing that there is some difference between what I’m seeing and what is actually in front of my eyes, but not knowing which to believe. Poor me. Poor you. I’ve been told that I’m complicated. I try not to inflict it on everyone, I really do. I keep my replies short and I try to get right to the point. I limit my exchange of eye contact in an attempt to keep them out of my tangle of intricate nonsense. The curious may trudge on in for a quick look around, but only the kind, real and fearless will stay.

Sooo… how about a little weekend crafting to take the edge off?


Mom says all artists are a little bit crazy. I’m already off kilter enough to obsess over these tiny little beads and strands of glass and mess with flammable gases. But I’m about to go Liza Lou (below, everything is life size and covered with beads) on a space heater or an old telephone. On the flip, however, to question my own sanity is a pretty good indication that I am most likely still sane. This gives me hope. And my vintage blue princess telephone will remain unmolested.

Or how about cutting loose? I know! I’ll gather up 10 of my friends and move a Miata into a different driveway! Drain my spouse’s bank account and spend it all on candy and records! I’ll have a beer for crying out loud! My best friend, who takes bible study to entirely new heights, starts talking astrology and cursing in arabic after a couple of glasses of wine. So, yeah, I’ll cut loose. I’ve changed my mind about trying to correct my potty mouth, I’ll keep my precious f-bombs. Some doctors say it’s good for the heart. That, and I’m going to start wearing my underwear on the outside of my clothes. That should fix everything.


Hmm, what else… Spiders these days! Someone wise once told me that allowing spiders to live with me in the house will come back and bite me on the ass. Literally. And they were correct. It wasn’t bad, but still. I caught a giant one in the living room and as I was putting it outside, an even bigger one walked right in through the front door. I hear the abundance of spiders means an early fall but fall is here and I still have sweat pouring down my back, even at night. When’s it gonna end? I’ve gotten more flying molten glass burns on my arms and chest this summer than any other I can think of. I know I shouldn’t wear low cut stuff at the burner, but wow, it gets so hot in there.

big order

big order

I’ve been working on orders (like the one above) and I made a memory wire bracelet out of some Atomic Booger Mini Smooches for a family friend (below). This is a big hairy deal because memory wire makes me want to smoke crack. That doesn’t mean to never ask me to make something out of memory wire. I’ll do it. For love and cash, and only for both at the same time. Unless you’re Mom, and you feed me something I like followed with pie, and the bracelet’s already made and I’m only needed to bend the ends and add some wire-wrapped danglies.



Queens Of The Stone Age have been keeping me warm these days, and after I burned myself out I found this goodie on youtube:

Flavor Parts 1 and 2 are from the Experimental Remixes album by Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, featuring Beck and Mike D from the Beastie Boys. The second half is my favorite. Did anyone catch the parody of the Aerosmith/RUN-DMC video for Walk This Way from the 1980’s? And then they put Flavor Flav’s face on the moon at the very end! Hell to the yes!

So I had to hunt down this old gem:

It’s been ages since I’ve seen this. I love how Steven Tyler does a spin with his scarf adorned microphone stand before he smashes the wall with the base. If you’re gonna destroy something, do it with style, is what I always say. (Actually, I’ve never said that.) I prefer the RUN-DMC version to the old Aerosmith one. Whenever I hear the Aerosmith version, it never sounds quite right to me. Probably because I’m from the MTV generation, and my first exposure to Walk This Way was this video.

I’ll be listing some new stuff on Etsy this Thursday. I had planned on a big Superstars sale instead, but life is strange and it isn’t going to happen that way. Meanwhile, here’s a look at one of the upcoming selections:

blue veins

blue veins

We’ll chat again on Thursday… thanks for checking in.

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Feats of Strength (and ETSY).

I decided I liked Queens of the Stone Age’s  “…Like Clockwork” album several weeks back. It took a few listens for me to get it. The music is emotional, exceptional, for sure, but I wasn’t paying much attention to the words. Just about every track on that album is eerily valid for me at the moment, and I didn’t know to what extent until the other day when I hunted down the lyrics. You can listen to this masterpiece in its entirety on YouTube, above.



A few weeks ago my best friend gave me this strange little pamphlet that was published by Safety Clothing & Equipment in 1966. It features her jidi (grandfather) Jimmy, James Sophiea. He suggests breathing exercises, self defense procedures, mind over matter. Jimmy could tear the Detroit metropolitan phone book in half from the spine. Imagine! Mind over matter…


To find beauty and not be terrified of loving it too much, to find strength in our vulnerabilities, are equally lofty goals for us mere mortals, apparently. Yet, I will aim that high, crackle across the sky – I am determined. I’m also gonna work on my potty mouth.

Oh, let’s not forget the reason I’m here – I just put a few things in my Etsy shop. Sorry for the lack of usual pre-listing warning, I am in kind of a pinch time-wise. Click HERE to get to my shop, or on the thumbnails below for each item.

Double Happiness Glimmer Strips:


Sundrop Spike Pendant:


Neon Chrysocolla Spike Pendant:


I’ll be working on an order for the next week or so, and then I hope to accumulate enough me-time beads for a nice Superstars sale at the end of the month. I’ll keep you posted, thanks for reading!

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Or is it the Kansas Oceanside Rabbit Ceremony? Or maybe it’s the National Potholders’ Datsun Funeral. My guess is, by the looks on your faces, you haven’t been on the edges of your flowered’y settees, waiting anxiously for my next tidbit of poignant absurdity. Pardon me. I can tell you one thing for sure…


Have truer words ever been uttered by some random sarcastic slouch and then printed onto a button and sold at the head shop for a hugely inflated price? Probably. But this is pretty right on. It was photographed on the envelope containing my most recent electric bill, so, yeah. Right on.

So it’s been about a month since you last heard from me. Many things can happen in a month. Or in an hour. You can be dazzled to the point of boiling over one minute, and then the next you plummet back down to earth and business as usual. Thank goodness for these piddly baubles. People who know me personally usually comment on what a level-headed, honest, happy, kind person I am. That pedestal is a precarious perch, but the glass helps keep me there, or at least allows me to give the appearance of being there. The joyful colors and shapes and stripes and dots are sometimes the only smile I have. I need to make these beads as much as you like to look at them. That’s what art is, and it’s what true artists do – even the teensiest beauty negates the big awful that might be swirling around. I really do wish I could just give them all away. On behalf of myself and all artists, thanks so much for your support.


blazing spice pendant, made to order

Anyway, I’m just dandy, thanks, and I’ve been working on metals for the last, oh, I dunno, four weeks? However long it’s been, it’s taken much longer than anticipated and I got a bit behind. I spent two days looking for some butterscotch colored shell ball buttons I needed for an order and I never found them and it’s bugging me now. Luckily I had the perfect substitute, which minimized the bug just a tad. Even with the hang-ups I’ve enjoyed my respite from the glass, but at the same time I’m looking forward to getting my Bethlehem back out from under the pile of whatever is under the main bead table. Here’s what else I’ve been making:

spike pendants, made to order (with some color suggestion and creative liberties)

spike pendants, made to order (with some color suggestion and creative liberties)

same spikes, different angle

same spikes, different angle

I made these rings, too – the green one for mom, the blue one for my BFF and the orange one for my hairstylist.


venetian obsession rings, august 2015

venetian obsession rings, august 2015

venetian obsession rings, august 2015

I made these spikes for YOU. If you’re at all interested in purchasing any of them before I list them on Etsy (later this week), you know how to get a hold of me:

z-beads bejeweled spikes august 2015

z-beads bejeweled spikes august 2015

l-r: sundrop, flower shop, chrysocolla peridot

l-r: sundrop ($150), flower shop ($150 – SOLD), chrysocolla peridot ($135)

another view

another view


We found a gecko in the kitchen a few weeks ago, right next to the cats’ food bowls. It didn’t even try to sell us car/boat/motorcycle insurance! I had to go into the other room to shriek with delight so that I wouldn’t frighten the poor thing. It was only two inches long, including the tail. We put it in a jar and then I put it under a pyrex custard cup to be photographed and then I let it outside when Nelson finally caught wind of it.




So that’s about a fraction of what’s been going on around here. I’ll be putting the metal stuff away tonight, which entails cleaning files, oiling my tools and putting the silver back where I found it. Boooriiing. That will take longer than I think, I’m sure. But to make it go a little faster, I’m going to locate Unknown Mortal Orchestra’s newest album and whichever Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti album has that song about birds that Jon Mooneyham played on his Everything All At Once Forever radio show earlier this evening. I would totally date Jon Mooneyham’s record collection if it asked me out, and I’d give it up on the first night to the post-punk* rarities section. If you’re in OKC, The Spy FM is on 91.7 from 7PM to 5AM – great music, no commercials.

*Post-punk? Here you go.

Thanks for reading!

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