Guess Where I Went

May 7, 2011 by

 Yee haw!
I spent eight hours answering emails, packaging and shipping jewelry and sorting some material orders today and when it was all said and done, I was feeling kinked.  I hopped on my trusty bicycle (not quite a dapple grey Percheron…but it will do) and pedaled over to the post office, then down to my favorite antique shop for some haggling and finagling and then finally, oh-sweet-mashed-potato-Idaho-heavens-above, (Whatttt???), I made it to the nursery.

I love this time of year!
I used all five senses while strolling around the greenhouses.  I ran my hands over plants, sniffed and nibbled on the herbs, took in the chroma-vibrancy laid out in all directions, I think I even heard the cellular hum of chloroplastic work.  It was magnificent.

CONFESSION:
I knew I’d get carried away with my plant purchases, as my eyes tend to be larger than my available garden space, which is why I rode my bicycle instead of taking one of the trucks.

I did walk away with one ceramic mushroom (long story), a pineapple mint and a chocolate mint.  Whew!  RW will be pleased by my self-control!

Our springtime is winding down here and I’m trying to squeeze every minute out of every day and every ounce of love out of my man before he takes off for the fire season.  Gosh.  I can’t believe it’s already here again.  At any rate, I’m going to treat this weekend like a weekend.  Tomorrow there is cattle branding over at the Gilbert Ranch, the installation of a new fume hood in my secondary studio space, a movie with the lady friends, some tasty meals (if I don’t burn them) and some quiet times with RW. 

I hope you bite off more than you can chew, this weekend,
and I mean that in a good way!

Cheerio!
JSL


Post Scriptus:

I wore my swan, all day.
She’s so glad she’s mine.

Filed Under: flowers, garden, idaho potatoes, plants, spring
May 5, 2011 by
Out in the studio this morning,
feeling so pretty and delicate of heart.
The breeze is just strong enough
to pull my hair loose, thoughtfully, strand by strand.
The sun is just strong enough
to push through the fabric of my dress,
yellow sheer and the play of silk.
I am just strong enough,
to wield these hammers,
to forge this life.
This is all,
all of this,
just strong enough.

https://www.thenoisyplume.com/blog/2011/05/05/982/

Filed Under: Uncategorized

"éléphanteau avec moutarde"

May 3, 2011 by
 Bah oui!!!
C’est vrai!
 Built of sterling, fine silver, 22 karat gold, copper and enamel!
And now, I have put on my polka dot dress and will go spin myself around in the springtime sunshine on my bicycle.  Plumbelina will be mad that I’m taking Penelope instead of her into the great big world, but Plumbelina does not yet know how to run with a bicycle and Penelope will fit so long and narrowly in my bike basket…additionally, we go faster when she flaps her ears. 

Today was:
-bippity boppity boo
-languished about in bed this morning, longer than I should have, but it felt nice and the birds were singing Handel’s Messiah…or something…when the nature music is that rapturous you just have to sit still and let it penetrate into your bone marrow or your soul will flop over and you’ll burn the toast when you set about to making breakfast
-black bean salad for lunch
-hair is feeling long
-didn’t get to write my morning pages
-wrote a letter instead
-the loveliest mail arrived, I was caught by surprise
-going to have a glass of something young, chilly, fizzy and white later tonight
-the anemones I planted 5 months too late are beginning to sprout anyway because sometimes ascorbic acid is stronger than the calendar date
-I love Robertimus Maximus so much that I sometimes cannot control myself and I latch onto him with a fierce hug that makes me feel like a sweet little puckering barnacle on an ocean stone

 Toodaloo!
xx
Filed Under: general rambling, New Jewelry

Landlocked

May 3, 2011 by
In the new space, I’ve been writing.
There is no shore in Idaho
no finely misting rains falling on the wide white breath of the magnolias 
(gulping and greedy with spiny tongues in the briny breeze)
no fisherman’s wives waiting for sunset and 
bearded lovers in burly wool sweaters
(musky with sea spray and fish slime).

There are no holdfasts laying 
bulbous 
and rank with fleas 
on pebbled beaches where the surf flings itself 
on the backs of tanning selkies.

There is no high tide to pull the driftwood
smooth-blond and gnarled
from the raspy clutches of high ground.

There are none of these
and still
there seems to be an ocean
between us.


:::Post Scriptus:::
You never saw the second chamber pre-renovation
but my, it was dismal.
Didn’t RW make a lovely place of it?
More images to come!
Filed Under: poetry, studio, writing

Dear Kokie

May 3, 2011 by
 Dear Kokie,
You won a necklace.
I’ll contact you in a jiffy.
Love,
The Plume


Thank you all, so much for being such wonderful, inspiring people.
Your comments telling the stories of gifts given and gifts received, for no reason at all, were utterly moving and you changed me with your sharing of them.
THANK YOU.
For everything.
xx

Filed Under: giveaway
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