I’m sure you do too.
This is a quick glance at just a few of the stones I have purchased this week
whilst down in the sun and sand of Arizona.
I’m exhausted and ready to come home. I’d actually liken a trip to Tucson, Arizona in February to spending seven months at Ikea. You leave the city exhausted, overstimulated, and starving. I have bulging bags and a color hangover.
I reacquainted myself with some of my favorite lapidary artists and met a few new newbie stone cutters. I also must mention that I met and supported TWO lapidary artists who are located in Idaho — one of whom happens to live JUST down the street! Fancy that! I’m especially smitten with their work (they own the claims their jaspers and agates originate from, prospect the rough and cut the stones themselves) and I pillaged their show booths gladly.
I was on a quest for some serious candy…this is a pinch of what I found:
What do you think?
Let me know what turns your crank in this batch.
We’re headed North again on Monday morning. I can’t wait to go home. I’ve been away so much in the past two months! The thought of finally returning to Plume Gables feels a bit foreign. I’m really ready to sit in my living room, fill up my fridge with fruit and veggies, consume some elk steak and crank the studio up on ultrahigh.
I’ll meet you there.
We’ll fall into the rhythm again, you and I.
I’ll swing hammers until my palms blister.
And we’ll watch the snow fall with big eyes.
Idaho never looked so good on a map.
Big wheels, take me home.
XO
PLOOMKABOOM
PS Go HERE and wish my best girl a happy birthday and let her know that she’s beautiful and wonderful and creative and imaginative and more alive than you could ever convey with the English language (and the French language….). Tell her that when she sings (for her voice is very beautiful indeed) it sounds like the sky is opening up and raining doves.
Tell her:
If you could, you’d round up a band of wild ponies and let her choose the most beautiful mare of the bunch — the pony with the best splotches, the longest forelock, and sterling hooves that spark as they meet the ground at a gallop. Tell her that there’s no one like her in the world and that if her soul gets any bigger, she’s going to have to relocate to a bigger solar system because it’s going to throw Earth’s gravity out of whack.
Remind her that she and I own February.
Remind her that her heart is out of the
ordinary, remind her it’s made of amethyst
and is bezeled in place with pure gold.
Let her know all of that.
And tell her I sent you.