If I were in Paris France I’d say OOH LA LA!!

Please accept my apologies for having SUCH A SLOW Etsy shop lately!  Between studying, custom orders and this strange chest cold I have acquired I haven’t been getting much done!  Today I do have a few offerings for you that I’ll be popping in the shop as the day drifts on by:

[cultured fresh water pearl in sterling silver scalloped setting]

THIS ONE IS ULTRA SASSY AND LOOKS VERY FINE INDEED WITH WILD LOOKING FINGERNAILS.
[just noticed that my cardigan is mis-buttoned in this photo…i wore it like that all day long yesterday…oh well.  people already think i’m kind of crazy.  i’ll pretend it was a purposeful fashion statement.]

While in the studio yesterday I took many moments to watch the rainclouds pour down over the face of the West Bench and was inclined to make a few mountain range rings.  I explored a similar idea last year when I first moved to Idaho but these bands are more intricate than the first design concept.  These mountain range rings feature two layers of sterling silver and are set with amethyst and carnelian respectively.  The stones look like little moons suspended over those mighty orographic molars.  Mighty lovely.  Mighty perfect.  


I’m smitten as a kitten with them.

Also, some new danglies featuring hand stamped squares and mustang jasper which is really stabilized and color treated turquoise from China.  I found these beads in Jackson, Wyoming last weekend and spent WAY too much on them but the colors and matrix really spoke to me.  Hope you love them!
I’ve just finished a champagne breakfast/brunch/lunch with a few girls here at Plume Gables and am headed for the studio for the rest of the day.  RW had to drag me in last night at 10:30PM.  I’m suffering this strange cold at the moment and was utterly exhausted last night after studying late and early in the morning but I could not drag myself away from my work space.  
I’m feeling so free.
So pressed for time!?
Hastened (chastened) by the onset of summer.
The walls in the house are reverberating with silence.
We’re counting down the final week and a half I have with RW…
Dreaming of the Tetons.
Wishing for a horse.
Digging up the dandylions (like they weren’t meant to bloom on the planet in the first place).
Stroking the small poppy buds, furry with the promise of their full skirts and black eyes.
Readying the climbing roses for planting, allowing them to test the winds and the temperatures outside.

And the starlings are zooming
in their cloud of feathered browns
in and out of the arms of the grapevines.

Today as my girls were leaving,
one said,
“You should take a nap.
Remember?  You’re the boss…”
This boss needs to adopt a more temperate work climate.
One that is steady and strong.
Not lacking impetus.
But more consistent with set times for rest
play
and work.

Perhaps the issue at hand is  that I consider
my studio a space for rest, play and work.

I’m Lighter Today: I’m Washing Away

Dang Mustang!
Slow down!
[morgan hill poppy jasper & sterling silver:::one of a kind]
Well doggon.
It’s already 1:30PM…I meant to have more new things finished by now.  I was thrown off schedule a tad when RW had an impromptu pizza feed here at the homestead last night with half his fire crew.  I’ve always wanted brothers and now it feels like I have 18 of them.  A pizza party turned into a bit of a haircutting party when they all decided they wanted their hair trimmed up so we whipped out the clippers (I should have documented the trim jobs digitally) and trimmed a few fellows up.
Sigh _______________________________________.
[for all the things I’m already feeling even when the boys haven’t left town yet]
On a bright note, the tulips have NOT yet been eaten by the mule deer.



There’s a strong breeze here today
passing over the hills and drying the precipitation we’ve had over this past week.
I’m watching it ruffle the tulips where they sprout from the center of the poppy bed.
In the distance I can see the foothills rising up and capped with white.
Beyond that the black rain clouds, heavy with moisture, seem to fly
behind the push of the wind.
No matter how heavy I may feel
I cannot render myself blind to the world around me.
The cycles are too formidable,
they stop me in my tracks.
The rain meets me where I stand
and all that weight washes off my shoulders
to settle as strands of alluvium deposits
between here and the sea.
Good day good day lady friends!

What’s that you say?  The Winnowing Ring is back???  But this time it has buxom curves?
Well ooh la la!  I’d best go have a gander!

Gasp!

The new Winnowing Ring, there’s one for me and two for you!
::::POST SCRIPT::::
I JUST SIGNED UP FOR THIS.
I KIND OF WANT TO MOAN AND LAUGH AND CRY AND REJOICE ALL AT ONCE.
It’s happening on June 14th.
Can you come?

https://www.thenoisyplume.com/blog/2009/04/30/415/

Good day good day lady friends!

What’s that you say?  The Winnowing Ring is back???  But this time it has buxom curves?
Well ooh la la!  I’d best go have a gander!

Gasp!

The new Winnowing Ring, there’s one for me and two for you!
::::POST SCRIPT::::
I JUST SIGNED UP FOR THIS.
I KIND OF WANT TO MOAN AND LAUGH AND CRY AND REJOICE ALL AT ONCE.
It’s happening on June 14th.
Can you come?

https://www.thenoisyplume.com/blog/2009/04/29/1557/

Buckle Up Buttercup

Oops.
I made another.
It’s in the Etsy shop right this instant!
XO