Friday, June 28, 2013

A Blessing

Awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.

Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.

Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.

Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to follow its path.

Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.

May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame.

May anxiety never linger about you.

May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.

Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles  that seek no attention.

Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.

May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.

For Presence by John O'Donohue

Happy weekend all,  with love from Ro in lizard land

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A Day in the Life

 A confided in a friend yesterday that I get a little worried when I don't feel like working, I'm worried that the desire wont come back but it always does. My goal yesterday was to make all the settings for projects I need to do so I intended to make 9 settings. It went so well, I just kept working and made the bracelet band but when it came to soldering the first setting to the bracelet, things took a sudden turn for the worse, the setting wasn't exactly lined up, it was just slightly off, probably no one could tell but it bugged me so I heated it all up again and tried to slide it but it wouldn't budge, so then I tried unsoldering but it would NOT come off. It finally came off in pieces, so I needed to build another setting and solder it on correctly. The sun was sinking but I know I would not want to face THAT in the morning so I stuck with it.....okay I may have screamed once, I probably, most certainly I did, kind of a ARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH! I thought Eric might come out and see if I was being stabbed. He did not, in fact when I finally made it inside the house he was gone with the truck and it was time for me to go wash them doggies. I was so amped I'm positive I could have lifted a car off of someone just then but I was forced to wait.

Teo ( the dog we are boarding) does not like the dog wash but he smelled like a goat, sorry buddy, we all have to do things we don't like, I'm a tough love pet owner. If they don't accept something they need to do, I just do it more til they give up, I don't give up, I'm big on the follow through.

* Teo put himself in a cage and begun panting, he's stressed.

He is remarkably accepting to the nail trim, something a lot of dogs don't like, Marty would fall into the dislike dogagory.

 Much better, the tap dancing alleviated.
*older dogs with ridiculously long nails can suffer foot and leg problems, being forced to walk in an unnatural position, think high heels only in the front of your foot. I have seen long haired breeds with unchecked nails circling around and growing back into the pads.

That was the good part, the rest is an uphill battle. Tiny T as we so lovingly call him, will bite me, or I should say, he would like to bite me, or I should say, he, gets scared and forgets he needs to respect me, in any case, he wears a sporty, comfort muzzle.

Before you get your dog wet he should be thoroughly combed or raked or dematted or deshedded or shaved. This is the part most people get wrong, mostly because it isn't fun working on a dirty dog, stirring up the dander, but you may not be able to get it all out once the dog is bathed, so this is how it's done.

Then the suds..

Your turn Jo..... Banjovi wags, she's used to it...

  He heee!

The dogs are dried with a high speed dryer which not only blows the water off but it blows all the shedding hair out too, pass the particle mask.....
* Teo hated this too and wore his comfort muzzle, he went for me like a shark several times, I kept my cool and just stuck with it, if I get riled, he gets more riled. Dog training is all about energy, keep your cool, you can strike out too but it needs to be in an appropriate way at the appropriate time, without anger, a lot like child rearing. I would rate Teo as unstable, this does not mean I don't like him, he is respectful and trained to the rules of our house and he is never around children, kids come first!

  I have the wrong lens to show this to you, the machine is extremely loud...

  But most dogs can get used to it.

Banjo has had this treatment since day one, literally. Grooming is a good way to gage a dogs temperament and tolerance. The day I adopted her was the fist day I groomed her, she got a passing grade.

 This little guy could practically groom  himself, too bad he can't, he is excellent, a champion, I have to keep my hand on him to keep him from blowing away when I dry him, still he really likes it, he always races in the door.

  Now for the final insult, show everybody how fluffy and pretty you all are...

Wait that wasn't quite insulting enough!

Quitting time yesterday, 9 pm

All in a day, all in a big long day!

Love Ro, Jo, Teo and Mart

Monday, June 24, 2013

Let's Talk Design

The mornings here are still remaining cool, last night we experienced a tad bit of rain. I thought I heard it while I slept but maybe I just felt it since I've given to sleeping with ear plugs now that we have a mockingbird planted, whistling and chirping the night away just outside our bedroom window.
I went up to see the deer and I was wondering if size was an issue in the deer community. (smirk)

We have a visiting dog and I shouldn't admit this to you but I just felt like escaping this morning so I went on a dog free hike. I was reminded of the Anne Tyler  book where the mother is sitting on the beach with her arguing children and she heads back to their rented, vacation home to make snacks but boards a bus instead and starts a new life. I forget the title but the concept was probably every mothers fantasy at times.

 I shouldn't admit to how good it felt tromping though all the dry stickers and not worrying about Banjo's feet or having to brush weeds out of her/their fur once back home.

I liked the way spiders zizzed on zip lines during the night hours from one cactus heart to the next.

  One of my favorite hikes has new warning signs all over but I pretended not to see any of them and wondered what kind of lame excuse I could make up if I were caught. I tried to dream up a strange new dialect, so I could speak gibberish then make hand gestures and shrug my shoulders like I just didn't understand. I saw no one.

 I could tell you how happy I am to still have pansies this time of year, not even burnt up yet..CARPE DIEM!

I carted a few relics home this morning but what I really wanted to talk about is design....product design.

I'm sure we are all on the same page with this one, as vacuum cleaners go, this is a pretty good one, it does the job but the only thing that has changed since the electrolux days is they've added wheels instead if skis. I despise dragging around the reluctant R2D2 behind me and trying to keep it from crashing into everything. The upright is a worse solution, trying to fit it beneath beds and furniture. Give me a backpack version with an extra long cord and I'll be happy.

 Til then it makes an excellent dog training tool, trying to get them to pose by it was a lost cause, I could't get Teo near it, turn it on, drag it around and watch them scatter, they get so nervous they shed more and the beat goes on....

Sending love out your way, Ro

Friday, June 21, 2013

Ideas, They Come and Sometimes Go

An idea came to me
for a rhyme, a poem
Well fine - I say - stay - awhile, we'll talk.
Tell me a little more about yourself.
       So it whispered a few words in my ear.
So that's the story - I say - intriguing.
These matters have long weighed upon my heart.
But  a poem about them? I don't think so.
      So it whispered a few words in my ear.
It may seem that way - I reply -
but you overestimate my gifts and powers.
I wouldn't even know where to start.
       So it whispered a few words in my ear.
You're wrong - I say - a short pithy poem
is much harder than a long one.
Don't pester me, don't nag, it won't turn out.          
        So it whispered a few words in my ear.
All right then, I'll try since you insist.
But don't say I didn't warn you.
I write, tear it up, and toss it out.
        So it whispered a few words in my ear.
You're right - I say - there are always other poets.
Some of them can do it better.
I'll give you names and addresses.
        So it whispered a few words in my ear.
Of course I'll envy them.
We envy even the weak poems.
But this one should... it aught to have...
       So it whispered a few words in my ear.
Exactly, it aught to have the qualities you've listed.
So let's just change the subject.
How about a cup of coffee?

It just sighed

And started vanishing.

And vanished.

An Idea by Wislawa Szymborska

Happy weekend all! Thank you for your support and encouragement, it always means so much to me.
*ps, I'm spending a lot of time in the studio, pardon me if I haven't returned your notes in a prompt manner, please don't perceive me as snooty, I'm not, I'm just busy.

Love, Ro

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Something Borrowed, Something Turquoise

Good day dear doves, I've had a good time this week keeping my hands busy while my mind wanders around, let me show you what I've made...
I bought a boat load of fine amethyst, I've always loved the stone especially since it is my birthstone, I have a prong set, amethyst heart ring my husband gave me many years ago that I wore out, literally, I wore the prongs nearly off, I need to get it back out and bezel set the stone so I can wear it again. I remember the day he bought it for me, we were doing a craft show in Tempe Arizona, it was a hot and miserable show, two days, standing in the street but there was a jeweler there named Merlin :) and I really wanted that ring and I wanted to be a jeweler too, especially while packing and unpacking a volkswagen bus full of heavy pottery. The potters always despised the jewelers trotting away with a small suitcase cotaining their entire inventory.

I created the morning dove, perched on a juicy amethyst with a few aquamarine dew drops, to keep things nice and cool.

A capped, faceted, amethyst peaks out near the clasp an amethyst brio on the extender...the chain as it is now is adjustable from 18 to 20 inches, it can be shortened per your request if it's too long.



*sold  " Lupine" Lots of lovely texturing and details went into the construction in this piece, I adore the shape of the stone.

I thought I'd marry the amethyst with a few gorgeous turquoise blossoms. The chain can be adjusted from18 to 21 inches, it can be shortened also, it's easier to to shorten then lengthen so I gave them generous chains. 

Muy bonita senorita!


*sold "Lupina"
If the bigger ones are lupine, well then the smaller ones should be lupina, I'm taking poetic license on this one, I like to construct my own words, why not.

I sewed the blossoms on, using silver thread....something turquoise, something new.

 Tiny I say.........they will always be Lupina to me....also on loan.

*sold "Along the Trail"

 Last but not least.... I just had to do it, oh sisters. sawing those delicate legs takes a lot of careful concentration, but it was oh so worth it. Look at the two doe's peaking around the snag, it looks like a lightning struck ponderosa. I have come across these scenes thousands of times.

size 9.25

 The band is one inch in the front.


LOVE..... borrowed

I showed the bands on these two rings on the post before, all the jewelry on that post has been claimed but I thought you may have been curious to see how the stones looked, I didn't want to keep you in suspense,  suspended. I've had studio shoppers this week.

Let me know if I can answer any of your questions, I'll be computerside this morning then off to cut my girlfriends parents hair, I feel like McGiver...Ro of all trades..

Happy day all, thanks for stopping by, Love, Ro

Monday, June 17, 2013

Adventures in Jewelry

I finally found time to work on some new ideas, often when I'm working on custom or repeat pieces (I've decided this is a Zen act, practice, practice grasshopper and one day you may be satisfied) I also think this self criticism that always surfaces in the back of my head keeps me striving to be better but anyway, enough about me.), what I was getting at before I was interrupted with my inner dialogue was that while I'm working on something my mind often jumps to something else. A spark, like wondering if I try this, what will happen.

 I try and develop my own ideas, try and keep my work fresh. These will be coming a little later in the week since I'm still out in my mess playing around, I have several new things half finished....the ol, put together tear apart oh, YES I could do THIS! :)

I always want a little string of pretty and delicate beads to wear in the summer, maybe you do too, I purposely tried to make each shade unique onto itself, for a bit of garden goodness.

Speaking of gardens.....

Yesterday while I was filing away the hours out in my little Tumbleweed, I heard quite a ruckus taking place just outside my open door, when I went out to see what the heck was going on a red tail crashed out of the sycamore and took off. A few minutes later something winged by my door that was so large, even with my back turned it was palpable. A few feet away on the house I spotted my hero, I know I should maybe be sad for that squirrel but I have all but given up growing vegetables because or them, it's just not fair. So I looked at him and did that thing you do when you grab the air and make a fist, pull down and I screamed YES!!!!
Dear Hawk, PLEASE come again and tell your friends... :)

Marty Pants, shivered in the house , surfing on the back of the sofa.

Happy week all, much love Ro