Friday, September 27, 2013

and i wrote...

i wrote this morning.

 i wrote until all that was left was little nubs of dusty chalk that my fingertips could barely hang on to and my nails made that wretched, awful noise on the chalkboard.  and that made me cringe each time.

i wrote until i had the entire door filled up.

i love this poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.  you can find the whole thing here.  i have it in a sweet little book that i came across this morning while i was cleaning out my studio.  my chalkboard has been blank for a while, so i decided to write parts of it out.  a little inspiration for the next few weeks...

Friday, September 20, 2013

hope glistens...

anger burns.

despair lurks.

faith shelters.

realization dawns.

hope glistens.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

the tall skinny...with lace...

i really love this one.  i think it's the unusual shape.  or maybe it's the colors...creams and beige and gold and beautiful florals.  but then, there's the lace...i do love lace.  and the girly.  did i mention how much i love this one?  i am kind of attached to it.  i wrote up the listing yesterday, but i wasn't able to hit publish until just now.  i know someone else will love it too...

Wednesday, September 4, 2013


You become.  It takes a long time.  That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby.  But these things don't matter at all.  Because once you are real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.
-Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams-