Introspection
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Oww
The next step in my creative process is coming. Sketches of what I want to mold, followed by molding and then baking. I have no problem admitting that I’m nervous – a bit scared. The whole goal was to try to create jewelry to sell and finally have a way to earn enough to keep… Continue reading
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Ma Dove Siamo
Often, I wonder what I’m really doing. There are so many things out there that I want to do, but because of either physical or psychological restraints, I can’t. Then… I find something that I not only can do, but I really enjoy doing. I always thought that jewelry was ‘too girly-girl’ for me to… Continue reading
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Wake Up
Apparently, we’re in the middle of a cold snap so the temperatures are plummeting. Normally, that’s cause for happiness – being able to escape the dangers of roasting to death. Now though, I’m suffering because of the cold temperatures. I’ve often compared myself to being a lizard when it’s winter/fall. To be honest, we really… Continue reading
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Weak Links
This post is a giant Trigger Warning. In the past, I didn’t have much time to focus too much on my imperfections. Or… maybe I did and just never had any evidence of it? I will admit, having a blog – which is essence a digital diary – it comes in handy. I wish I’d… Continue reading
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Whisper Game
This is going to be one of those speed posts again. I’m fighting problems with my eyes, problems with my face and jaw, so I need to be hasty before I end up with problems with my hands. I’m elbow deep in Chapter 18 of “Navigating the Curve” at current. The explosive ‘surprise’ near the… Continue reading
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Time Unfolding
Currently, my vision is blurry. It could be because I actually took my glasses off to paint properly. Wait. Never mind. I just got some weird eye-goo crust out of its hiding place. Geeze, body! Weird! It cleared up my eyesight just a smidgeon. I have my first round of clay-based earrings made. I have… Continue reading
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Elastic Words
So, I’m sitting here, flailing because I’m enjoying the song I’m listening to. When I get enough into it, it can look almost violent. I also will at times sing at the top of my lungs too. My furballs get free concerts on a regular basis. As do my neighbors though they never ask. Most… Continue reading
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