April 22, 2010 by
The weather has been rather frightful today.
We’ve had thunder and lightning, sheets of rain falling like the chandelier during the Phantom of the Opera, moments when the clouds were so dark and heavy that it looked like night inside our home.
Farley has been cooped up inside and bored nearly to the point of painful death.

I tried to get him to play with me.

I tried rubbing his belly and feeding him treats.

I resorted to putting chickens on his back.

But even Judith and Vesper couldn’t crack his boredom.

The girls even used him as a trampoline!

But he didn’t care.

Poor fellow.

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Filed Under: chickens, farley and penelope, vesper and judith

The Passing of a Day: In Photos

April 21, 2010 by


[sterling, pearl, 14 karat gold, silk, coral]


[sterling, pearl, silk, 14 karat gold]

My favorite thing about these necklaces is how darn delicate they are. Additionally, with the swath of pearls the chains host, they exude femininity. I was inspired by a strange metal object I found at an antique shop last week. I’ll snap an image of it for you, perhaps one of you can tell me what it is!??! At any rate, it has raised bumps in the pattern of a flower shape on the surface of the metal that makes it whatever it is…I bought it for $6 and brought it home. On Friday it stirred my creative fires and today I made my ideas manifest.
I really love them and I might have to add one to my personal jewelry collection — we’ll see if I manage to keep one for myself at the end of the week!
Both pieces feature hollow formed pendants, as you can see in the photos, golden smudges, extraterrestrial looking vegetation, a strand of pearls and some interesting metal work on the reverse of the pieces. I think the warmer temperatures and the promise of summer have me crafting designs that look good against tanned skin, bare arms, tousled and sun bleached hair…I’ll make one or both of these necklaces available on Friday when I update the Etsy shop again.
I’ve ten gazillion things to tell you but I’m not sure where to begin.
So I’ll leave you with this:

I hope you had a glorious day.
xx
Jillian Susan
PS The strange antique implement that inspired these necklaces:

Do you know what it is?
Filed Under: New Jewelry

Les Bijoux de la Cuckoo

April 19, 2010 by

Well.
I’ve been hoarding it all like a dragon,
running my fingers through it,
draping necklace on my arms like cluster of grapes on the vines,
wearing all of these rings at once while dancing around the living room to Fleetwood Mac.
I’ve been running my fingers over the the earrings on their verdigris rack like a percussionist would a wind chime and now I’m ready to let them go.
I’ll be photographing this pile of work over the next couple of hours, editing said photos and then I’m going to commence listing while consuming a jug of iced tea on the front porch at my cafe table.
While I’ve not shown you everything in these photos, there are:
11 necklaces
16 pairs of earrings
2 bracelets
6 rings
Please do keep an eye peeled for individual shots of these pieces over at my Flickr site and if you aren’t already a friend of mine on Facebook or Twitter (I link new listings with both of these networks), you should be!
Thank you, as always, for your consideration of any of this new work!
Hi ho, hi ho,
it’s off to work I go!
xxxxxxxx
J
PS Have I ever told you how much I miss you over the weekend? Well I do. It’s the truth.
:::EDIT:::
THANK YOU, ONE AND ALL, FOR STOPPING OVER AT
THE ETSY SHOP TODAY! I APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT VERY MUCH
AND AM THRILLED TO SAY (AS DORKY AS THAT SEEMS) THAT EVERYTHING
I LISTED FOUND A LOVELY AND HAPPY HOME!

You probably won’t believe this
but you can ask RW if you want,
he’ll testify,
every time something leaves the shelf over at the Etsy Shop
I let out a little scream of disbelief. I’ve even been known to leap
out of my seat and dance a little bit. The thrill hasn’t worn off. Not one bit.
It makes me feel so happy and deliriously shockified when you take something home with you, be it a pair of BonBon Earrings or a belt buckle. It all means the same thing to me.
And that is: you are magnificent.
100% magnificent.

Anyway.
I RAN OUT OF STEAM THIS EVENING AND DIDN’T FINISH LISTING THE ENTIRE HOARDY PILE OF DRAGON TREASURE BUT I’LL BE STOCKING THE SHOP AGAIN ON FRIDAY AND BETWEEN NOW AND THEN I’M GOING TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND HERE IN BLOG LAND! I HOPE YOU ALL HAD A BEAUTIFUL ,LOVELY, DELIGHTFULICIOUS MONDAY!
XX
THE PLUME
Filed Under: New Jewelry

The Littlest Birds Sing The Prettiest Songs

April 19, 2010 by
Sunday was a day of discovery at The Gables.
I found myself working for hours and hours in my studio, completing old ideas, satin finishing projects I dug up from the depths of my workbench and when my work was finally through I tied shoes on my feet and flew up to the hills.
A steady stride carried me up through the sage, past hillsides of hip-tall Midas grasses, past the Russian olive grove, through the cool damp of the maples and the white limbs of the aspen, over one spring creek and then the next and then high enough that it was only the junipers and I aloft on down valley drafts and the heady scent of scaled leaves in the spring sunlight amidst stubborn patches of snow. I tried to watch the ground as I ran but my eyes were drawn up, time and time again, to the tree tips laced with Idaho blue, which is exactly where I was looking when I found this.

It took an easy climb and the quick snap of a branch to retrieve it. It fit in my palm so well, it was as though it was slip cast from my hand. Inside, the detritus of last year. Small, disintegrating grey turds and a pair of matched leaves; weathered and crisp. It was otherwise empty. A small grey abandoned house, slightly aslant in the wind, timbers hanging on by mere threads. (And in the corner of the bedroom a sun bleached nightgown fluttering on a hook.)
Who, in this world, takes the time to build a home of sticks, grasses and spit anymore, but for the birds? They keep our hope buoyant on their matchstick legs. Bright eyed. Beak clacking. Wings folded in prayer. Complex songs and offerings on their tongues, weaving melodies and warbles like women at looms. Balancing the world on their flight feathers, diving in the breeze and stalling in the gales. And at night, heads under wings and a soft coo to anyone who will hear.

And then in the garden, nestled between two tulips, memento mori, free of the stench of death, cobwebbed and crusted with dirt. The smallest skull with a perfect beak but a throat song long evaporated into the living landscapes of Idaho.

Translucent in the sun.
Creatively designed.
Placed there by the tides of time and the provident hands of God for me to discover and thoughtfully turn over and over again in my fingertips.

Birds of the past,
I wonder what wings my way in the future.
Filed Under: birds, city creek, idaho, memento mori, pocatello
April 16, 2010 by
Good morning
Mes Petites Pattapouffes!
This is just a quick note to let you know that I am pushing my shop update over to Monday.
I’m sorry if this causes any inconvenience for you!
I actually had a new idea bloom yesterday and I really
feel I need to spend today, Saturday and Sunday in the studio
fleshing the concept out.
I hope you can understand.
I’m so grateful for your patience with my creative whims!
I will be listing the bird necklace I previewed this week at 12 noon MST. It’s the only piece I have photographed and ready to fly!
AND I SAID I WOULD LIST IT TODAY.
Again, thank you for your patience!
xxxx
The Plume

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Filed Under: update
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