My friend Jenny

I always think I'm being honest about my life here in blog land. I know that I'm influenced by friends, family, in-laws with what I say or don't say, but I wish I could write like my friend Jenny (click on the title of this post and it will take you there). I've known her since she was young, I feel a bit responsible for her marriage and then divorce. The way she writes rips at my heart, maybe because I've know her for so long and watched her struggle with diabetes, being a young pastors wife, and fighting the constant urge to want to be famous (just my impression).

Well, I'll try to be more honest but I truly cannot tell some of my stories. I'll save those for my book. I'm reminiscing a lot about my childhood now that my brother Rick is sick.

Ok, twist my arm..I'll tell you one. We were from a very Catholic family who got booted out of the Catholic church because my mother was divorced a few too many times. So we ended up at this nice Episcopalian church. It's a dressy Sunday, like Easter or Christmas...we are all dressed up and my brothers get a real sharp knife from the kitchen. They decide while we are waiting for Mom we should play 'chicken'. So, David (the leader of the pack), starts throwing the knife between his feet and then I do and then my little brother Rick throws it really hard - right through his shoe, foot, everything. We have to really yank to get the knife out.

We would have been in so much trouble if we told - so we went to church. After church got over Rick (or Ricky) just started crying and my Mom wanted to know why and he points to his foot which by this time is so swollen and filled with blood that we couldn't get his shoe off. Don't remember much more after that...it wasn't a nice morning.

Love you Jenny, keep telling it like it is.

This is going to date me...but remember when..

When I was a kid in school we got shots, it was like a cattle call, we all lined up and got it in the arm or sucked on a sugar cube. Last night I had to fill out the forms for Sam and Isabel to get the H1N1 vaccine, they are giving them at school. They have never had a shot without me in the room. They are a bit freaked out by this and how their reactions could taint their reputation forever in school.

I hope they are brave.

This last weekend was great, I'm glad it's over but it was fun. Blue Moon Emporium had a date with a holiday sale, it was at a private country club and you had to pay to shop (it was a fundraiser). The vendors had fabulous stuff, I had to really work hard not to buy things that I thought were just too cute. I have sold my stuff at our farmer's market and in the Fire but I'm kind of branching out now and it's getting exciting. There is a gallery/store that has a rack of my necklaces and another store in town wants some. I'm willing to take this business wherever it's supposed to go.

Today I'm going to mosaic a table for my front entry to look like a black hole...I'll show you when I'm done. My front entry has always kind of been an afterthought but when you think about it, that is the first thing someone sees and imprints in their brain about you. Better make it good!

Have a great week blog readers!

Fun things you see along the road

 

Owning a factory

ok..do you really want to see the factory? It is a 3 story facility with one employee.

My Mom

I've started many things in my life...I have quit many things in my life. I guess I have always wanted to be known as creative, my mother was an artist, a somewhat kookie artist (is there any other kind?.) I've fought my creativity because of my mother and not wanting to be like her in some aspects. This week I cut my hair short and I'm selling some of my creative pieces of glass and other goodies at a sale. It has brought back so many memories for me of my mom making jewelry and selling it on the Queen Mary. My brothers and sisters and I would help her make it. We would go visit her at the Queen Mary - it was an old cruise ship that was docked in Long Beach Harbor she eventually had to get a job there and quit making her jewelry because it didn't pay the bills. I can still remember the smells of that old boat.

I make jewelry and have short hair...but I'm not my mom.

Maple Marie Pendants

This is a sample of a new line of pendants I've been making, artwork is incredible..it's done by a friend of mine, we have big dreams...Macy's, Abercrombie...every gift shop in America and beyond...me and my little kiln...working like a slave.

It's so much fun to see them afterwards, so cute.

My brother is very sick so this keeps my mind on something else.

skull and crossbones by cathystratton on Etsy