These pictures are from a coffee shop in Sequim called THE BUZZ. The 4H kids from Paws 'n Claws need to decorate their cat show during Jefferson County's Fair in the theme of bees. These walls are covered in chicken wire to look like honeycombs. Pretty clever. Anyway Phil took these pictures so all the kids could see this idea on my blog. So in between the beads we now have the bees. HAHA! Bad pun I know. Good night!

At last outside the living room windows on the side deck; raindrops! It is finally raining. A light, sweet rain that is making me drowsy in its comforting sound. I have so missed our wet, gray, soft days. I hope it rains for a week or more! I am ready and willing to embrace the moisture that my gardens and flowers and skin longs for.

It has been a tiring day and I will not bore you with the details but suffice it to say that you cannot ever underestimate the pettiness of people, the cruelty of their words, the sheer selfishness of their actions. Somedays I am just doomed to learn life lessons over and over. It must be a karmic journey.

These are photos of wild sweet peas. Labeled as weeds, I think their purple color, cascading leaves that grow so ruffly between the beach or swamp grass are very pretty. You just must never eat them!

I looked up from my work table in the studio and out the window over my desk and I saw a beautiful sight; a mama deer and two twin spotted fawns. They were the tiniest I have ever seen! They just strolled by my studio, the fawns a bit wobbly. I am only sorry that my camera was not handy. All my neighbors on my side of the street, there are 3 have their back lots in tall weeds and grass. I do too except that I have some fir mixed in and alders. All volunteers. Yesterday, they all got together and mowed their fields so now there is no place for the deer to hide except my field. I am not gonna cut it. Nope, no way, no how. I like it all wild and I know the local animals do too.I think it is very pretty. No one has asked me to cut it yet but I have my answers all prepared anyhow!

I don't think that I have ever posted pictures on my blog before of the inside of our warehouse. It's pretty sweet, very organized now and desperately wants to be bigger! It can be a bit crowded when I am not gone for a show and all the shipping containers and merchandise are in there. Thank goodness we have another area for storing all the charms for my website!

The warehouse is even open by appointment, if you dare to browse for tempting treasures!!!




Phil in the warehouse carefully putting away inventory.

Just before I left the shop for home this evening; I took random photos of this and that and some of the jewelry I have out for sale. When the shop is quiet and the day has ended in there; I can almost feel the jewelry waiting for the next sales day. Sounds a bit crazy but I think each piece is created for someone specifically and the jewelry just waits until its rightful owner comes in and purchases it. So anyhow, here is your look into a couple of my display cases..........







An image from around the shop tonight. I like the way there are almost double exposures in the reflections on the glass. Almost otherworldly.

ONE more time - Ediz Hook

JUst a couple more pictures from our time at Ediz Hook. I was so enamored of my day there that I think I need to do beach getaways more often! Lois needs mini breaks from studio and shops!

One of my favorite things to look at and touch are the massive pieces of driftwood tree roots. I love the gnarly -ness of them and the texture just sends me to my sketchbooks.







The view looking back towards the Olympic Mountains towards Port Angeles. The low clouds and mist make it almost mysterious.

When the winds blow and storms come into the thin strip of land that Ediz hook is; trees and big pieces of driftwood are tossed up onto the rip rap and boulders like toothpicks upon a salad plate creating a sculpture of immense proportions. Very cool.




The seagull at Ediz Hook in Port Angeles. A beautiful, windy, sunny, warm, wonderful salt in the air kind of day.