A Shabby Little Giveaway — CONTEST NOW CLOSED

April 4, 2012 by

And the winner of the gift card from The Shabby Apple is commenter number 65!  

Congratulations Rachel.  I hope you find something you love and wear all spring and summer long.

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The Shabby Apple contacted me the other day and offered to sponsor a giveaway on my blog!  Just in time for spring — how lucky are we?

Simply leave a comment on this post to enter in the drawing for a $50 gift card to squander at this sweet little online shop.  Additionally, I would suggest hitting the LIKE button over on their gloriously shabby little Facebook Page so that you might stay abreast of shop updates as well as sales in the coming months!

Fear thee not, if you fail to win the gift card, you can also enter this coupon code thenoisyplume10off!  to garner 10% off your purchase of a darling little dress or skirt.  Frankly, I’d choose the sassy little number in this photo, it’s perfect for strolling through the woods on the way to grandma’s house.  I’ll keep this contest open until midnight on Friday so don’t forget to enter.  Good luck, chickadees — may a woman in dire need of a new frock win!

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Two is Enough

April 4, 2012 by

But three is better!

We’ve had some friends staying with us at The Gables and it’s been such a delight.  Does it feel like summer where you are?  The longer days are lifting, I can feel it in my soul.

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Prototypes

April 2, 2012 by

[copper & sterling]

I’ve been experimenting a bit with hair ornaments lately and hope to be able to soon offer you a few pairs of conchos for braid ends or pony tails in my shop!   The longer my hair gets, the more often I find myself tying it back in simple pony tails or braiding it to keep it from tangling in the wind while I’m running or hiking on the mountain.  Little metal conchos with elastic attachments are a beautiful way to decorate a simple ponytail or braid — a dash of metalwork seems to take the ordinary nature out of ordinary hairstyles.  The pair of braid conchos I’m sporting in these photos are simple, roll printed copper with sterling elastic anchors.  They’re pretty sweet and they make me feel like a sassy buckaroo.

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Oh Egg

March 30, 2012 by

The meadowlarks are home again.  Home to me and my wild spaces.
Most mornings, I wake up to a blend of meadowlark and robin song drifting in the open bedroom window.
It’s tremendously beautiful and I feel I’ve been literally bouncing out of bed with a merry heart for so many days in a row.
Up the mountain, when I am running and the sound of mountain water is flowing all around,
I see the birds building their homes in the slender twigs of the caraganas and I wonder
if they would be angry with me for stealing one of their perfect eggs.  But how could a robin be truly angry?
We only ever seem to hear of the buffalo hunts, the easy tracking of mule deer through sagebrush, the arrows piercing elk hearts and silencing the bugle of a bulls forever,
but did the native people of North America collect eggs from the spring birds — claiming just one or two from a nearly full clutch
nestled so sweetly in a shallow home made of down, grass and horse mane?
Did they take those eggs home to their little deer skin tents and scramble them up for breakfast to eat with their bannock, hot from the fire?
I often wonder.
What about the pioneers, crossing the mountains and valleys of this continent, with their babies barefoot and wild, wrapped up in sun bleached gingham and freckles.
Did those westward leaning children seek out the robins nest in spring and appropriate an egg or two?  Did they give them to their mother because they matched her eyes, and gentled her calloused hands for a moment?
Did their mother smile at the sight of that gracious, perfect sky blue and forget all fears and hardships?
And for that matter, what is more golden and delicious than a freshly laid egg from a happy hen?  The smooth shell wrapping endlessly, as they tend to do.  The softly pebbled surface,
as though ready for a mighty bonspiel.  That easy motion of a wrist and carefully gripping finger tips tapping wall against Pyrex on the kitchen counter.  The surprise as the shell gives, unhinges and splats its treasure.  The whisk.  The whisk!
The mopping and sopping of French bread and the sizzle of egg whites on a cast iron frying pan.
Oh egg.
You glorious little miracle, you.
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Airstream Update

March 28, 2012 by

Well folks, she’s coming right along!

Rob has been working on creating the fifteen piece, compound curve end caps in our Airstream which is, apparently, the hardest and most time consuming job on an Airstream refurb!  It looks gorgeous so far.  What you’re looking at in this photo is the end cap that will be directly above my studio work bench.  Can I get a yee haw?  Once the end caps are finished Rob will bang up the rest of the interior walls and then comes the floor.

Here’s a secret for you, sometimes I’m terrified by the prospect of moving to Winthrop but I have good reasons for my terror.  Let me tell you all about the chaos of today.  We’ll be moving to Winthrop in a little more than a month and this morning, we found out we are no longer renting the acreage we thought we were renting.  Remember?  I talked about it in this post.  Horror of horrors, I let my heart and mind hope brightly with regards to that land and I started making plans because that’s what a gal does when she knows where she’s moving to.  This morning, the owners of the property called, cancelled our rental agreement with us and informed us that they are letting their son live on the property this summer instead, my heart went into quiet hysterics.  Surely, you can understand why.  I couldn’t help but cry.

So much energy has been put into making this move this summer, to have our accommodation plans collapse one month before our move is exasperating.  I can bear it.  But I don’t want to!  Frankly, I think I’m tired of making plans.  I want the plans we have to hold together, stabilize, and then become actualized at the start of May.  I’m tired of all this fussy stewing of ideas and potentials.  I just want to lock the details down, pack up all my stuff, make the move and then settle in and simmer down for an awesome six months in the beautiful Methow Valley.  Fortunately, we’ve got a handful of friends helping us find a new place to live at and I know another opportunity will present itself and everything will be peachy.  But in the meanwhile, I have this anxious little rough stone rolling around in my chest making me feel like everything is tipsy, crackling and wavering like a mirage on an Arizona highway.  It makes me feel a bit untethered, unsettled and unsure.  Sometimes that’s just the way of things though, and heck, at least I have a gorgeous looking end cap nearly finished in one end of the Airstream!  Right?  Of course right.

How about you?  Tell me all about your day or toss a sprig of hope at me from where you sit.  I need to be bolstered.

I hope everything’s coming up tulips where you are, if not, just hang on and I will too.

xx

:::Post Scriptus:::

Here is Alien Tater.  Are you laughing?

I am.

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