Sunday Muddy Sunday

Ok it's really Monday, I know, but it's a 3-day weekend so give me a break.

This is a picture of my deck & yes I know it needs refinishing, but I'm busy, so give me another break there.

That fabulous rose is called Zepherine Drouhin. It is bourbon climber, nearly thornless and wonderfully fragrant.

Later in the season it will look like crap. it is a martyr to black spot. (Not the kind Pirates get, the kind rose bushes get).

I won't spray, so I live with it.

Anyway, I LOVE the pink color of this rose. It is actually officially called "cerise" and it demands to be noticed. It is not a sissy pink. If Cerise were a girl she could kick your ass without breaking her nails.

Bead Soup Party!!

Last week I got my Bead Soup swap. My partner is Barbara Bechtel of Second Surf.

Ideas have been bouncing around my head after touching these lovelies. They feel amazing in my hands. It will be a pleasure to create with these.

The bead soup party starts June 19th so I still have time to dream up something wonderful.

Sunday Muddy Sunday

This is a yellow Iris that smells like powdered lemonade mix.

Ha ha! Made you sniff the screen!

This post is the first in a series of Sunday posts on my blog inspired by my garden.

It is the end of May and things are in bloom. I live in Michigan, incase you need to be reminded, things in bloom are a big deal here. It is a short and sweet season of gardening in this area.

I love my garden. I love all gardens. They are magical places to me. They are spiritual. They are my church. They are where I feel connected to all creation.

So I decided to devote one blogging day a week to my garden and its inspiration.

This is not going to be a how to or a source of practical knowledge about plants and planting, although I do have some knowledge of things, but rather a celebration of plants and bugs and flowers and dirt.

This is one of the things that feeds my creativity. Something deep and profound happens in a place where you collaborate with nature.

I wish you really could smell this.

its a bouquet of some of my earliest blooming roses.

Zephirine Drouhin, Therese Bugnet, Reine de Violettes, and Clotilde Soupert

along with the remaining Korean lilacs.

It is heaven.

Just working away.

I've been a busy working away. I don't get out much when I'm getting ready for shows.

Here is some work that I haven't had time to list on Etsy.

Bead and Button is fast approaching and I want to really rock the show this time.

Also if anyone is going to be there and wants to give me a bathroom break, please let me know!

Motherhood

It's Mother's Day today.

Motherhood stuffs me so full of emotions I could pop.

I cannot explain the weight of feelings motherhood presses on you. It is an ever changing state of wonder, love, frustration, amazement and terror.

It rips your heart out and stuffs it full at the same time.

Some people make it look easy, but I assure you its not.

Happy Mother's day to all the mothers all over the world.

Not dead, just sleeping...

I have been neglecting my blog and all my interwebs lately. I assure you I am not dead, just a bit frazzled. I am a mom and a wife and a person and an artist and sometimes there are just not enough hours in the day.

But here is a quick run down of the last few weeks.

I did the Suburban Bead Encounter in Naperville. Sales were not great but it was a nice show & got to see a lot of cool beads & wonderful peeps.

I have been working on a new backdrop display for my husbands (Doug Spalding in case you don't know) art fair both. He doesn't sew, so I get to do it for him.

He is at the Laumeier art fair in St Louis this weekend. So we'll see how this new backdrop works out.

I have also been busy making beads & getting ready for the crazy bead show/art-fair schedule ahead.

So, I a still alive and ticking. Just a bit stretched.

Not to mention the sick dog, the kid on the bike who got hit by the car right in front of me ( he was OK, but i had a freaking heart attack) and the kitchen pipes so rusted they crumbled into pieces when I whacked them with my hand digging for the upholstery cleaner under the sink to clean up the mess the sick dog made.

Some days its really hard to be inspired.