Sometimes I give things away:

I’m giving this necklace away.
Absolutely free.
As a sign of my appreciation for you.
No strings attached.












To be entered in the drawing for this necklace,

simply leave a comment on this post. Say hi or tell me about how excited you are to watch your springtime garden grow or let me know about the most beautiful thing you’ve been able to witness lately. I’m interested in everything you have to tell me about life, springtime, beauty, growth, maturity, strength, children, pets and nature.

Please leave only one comment and please
include your email address so I can fire you a note if you win!
Know that I love your support and this community more than
I could ever express.
Believe me when I say,
I wish I had 2000 of these necklaces to give away.

Contest closes on May 7 at midnight.

Love you so,
The Noisy Plume

Update-alicious

Alleluia Necklace – Rosebud and Cottonwood Fluff
sterling, pearl, 14 karat gold, silk, coral

Alleluia Necklace – Plume
sterling, coral, silk, pearl

tourmalinated quartz & sterling

Specimen Earrings
sterling

Cotyledon Earrings
blister pearl & sterling

Cotyledon Necklace
sterling & tourmalinated quartz


Seed Necklace
sterling & enamel

Cotyledon Necklace
coral, sterling & lemon quartz

I’m taking a lazy tour up Mink Creek in Talulah with my Olivetti this afternoon but I’ll be home this evening and will be listing these pieces around 8PM MST.

I hope you all had a fantastic weekend!
xx

Here’s a weekend, kiddo, spend it wisely.



I took time, this morning, to stroll Old Town with RW and the dogs, I gazed at and sniffed the first of the spring blooms and I perched for coffee with friends before setting into work this afternoon. I’m doing some last minute creating for a wee show I’m doing tomorrow here in the grand city of Pocatello and still have much to do before I wake up tomorrow morning and present some work to my local Idaho community. It’s not a big deal. It’s a big deal. I rarely do shows. I keep flipping back and forth between feeling excited and feeling ridiculous. I told myself not to stress this show and to simply create this week, as freely as possible. I’m taking what I have on hand. It’s not much, but it will do.

I seem to continuously mention the weather in my latest blog posts but the sky is a constant presence in my life at the moment. It’s a complex collection of precipitation laced clouds and sunny blue making the past week a compilation of sun, sleet, wind and snow. April is going out like a lion and May is going to boom and bloom like the timpani at the back of a marching band.

Finding inspiration in:
cotyledons
the mountain view from the studio
friends in far places
the general goodness of humankind
new recipes
feathers
the plum trees
buds
semipermeable membranes
this plate
this girl
you and me
and everything inbetween

Happy Saturday.
In your direction, I’m sending dreamy clouds shaped generally like pinkly eared rabbits and velvet grey narwhals
and once they’ve drifted on by with the graceful locomotion reserved for nimbus and sailboats, I hope a friend randomly
drops by with a freshly clipped bushel of rhubarb for you.
xx

:Post Script:
Allow me to mention here just how overwhelmed I’ve been by your kindness and loveliness this week. I think you all embody a golden soul and a pure diamond spirit.

I’d certainly be instantly blinded if you all stood before me on a sunny day; dazzled right to death, on the spot, perishing in the sublime quality of your immediate presence…

The only reason I’m alive at the moment is because my love affair with you all is of the long distance sort. Thanks for being made of the most beautiful bones — there’s nothing ugly in the foundation and walls of your selves. Not a single thing.
And thanks for uplifting me.
Sometimes my wings get a little bit tired.

It has been intermittently snowing all day long and the tempestuous springtime weather
eventually pushed me in from the studio to the warmth of the house and a stitchy project I’ve been meaning to begin for some time now. It took simple shades of grey and a natural cotton backdrop to build this birdie. I’m thinking of wearing him as a brooch or he might look sweet in a simple frame but for the moment, I’m leaning towards the notion of loosely stitching this slip of cotton to an aspen branch and hanging him from the living room wall.

What say you?

Thursdays always seem to come and go
in the twirl of a skirt
and the blink of an eye.
xx

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Bird Seed

And also from the seed series,

a bird seed!

[100% sterling construction, 14 karat gold, enameled seed constructed by me and fired by me in my kiln:::i love being able to say that something is 100% handcrafted by me]

This little enameled seed managed to grow a delicate vine and then a patchwork bird with a golden wingtip.

Today I set out to continue work on the seed series and a magnificent whim or two carried me in beautiful new directions. One result is this necklace. The other results are half finished on my studio workbench.

One of the best things about my job is for the most part, I always feel free to follow those whims. They can be trusted in and they nearly always lead me into delightful new territory where the sun shines just so and the dapples on the forest floor light up the shadowed spaces with a kind of persuasion that falls outside the wavy boundaries of my naturalist vocabulary. Of course, I add the knew knowledge to the fecund foundations of my right lobe, I sketch a quick mental picture in my bulging hippocampus and if I’m especially moved, I translate the experience into metal.

I suppose that’s the point of all of this.

Translating.
I want to break those experiences down and share the vocabulary I’ve collected.
If I do the job well, there will be an organic verve to the finished product. You’ll be able to tell I gleaned the concept from the cheat grasses, the underside of rocks, the sound of birds on the wing. And then, if the translation pricks something in your heart and mind and soul, you’ll claim it as your own and carry that translation around on your body. You’ll interact with me in this way. You’ll take something that is mine and adopt it as your own. And some day when you give that piece of us to a daughter or niece or sister or friend, she’ll carry us both and the translation and definition of a design inspired by the natural world.
Piece of me.
You.
The world around us.
Emotions, lessons, frail beauty, strong winds: tethered tight to constructions of metal and stone.

Art is tremendously interesting, in this way.
In fact, I’m fascinated by the thought of how connected I am to you because of what parts of me you carry with you. Do you ever think of that? I do. When I’m swinging a hammer I can’t help but wonder who will carry the newest piece of me and how the experience will translate when carried by someone new.

This is a seed.

These are all seeds.
I’m glad to watch them grow.
xx