An Apple a Day is a recycled wine bottle with lights.
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| An Apple a Day |
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| Ballooning - Drawstring Fabric Jewelry Pouch |
Candy Cane is a recycled wine bottle with lights decorated with fabric and ribbon.
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| Candy Cane |
Flowery Mead is a recycled wine bottle with lights decorated with paper, fabric, ribbon and floral picks.
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| Flowery Mead |
If H. G. Wells Was a Woman is a hand knitted wire bracelet.
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| If H. G. Wells Was a Woman |
In the Field is a hand knitted wire bracelet.
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| In the Field |
My Secret Garden is an extra large hand knitted wire cuff bracelet.
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| My Secret Garden |
Opulence is a recycled liquor bottle with lights decorated with fabric, cording and ribbon.
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| Opulence |
Romantic Steampunk is a recycled wine bottle that has been decorated with burlap lace, faux pearls, ribbon, metal findings. There is an opening for lights but I thought it was strong enough to stand on its own.
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The Circle of Time is a hand knitted wire cuff bracelet made with glass and metal beads and an antique watch part.
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| The Circle of Time |
When I have more pictures I will post them!
I have also been working on a story for my grand children. It has been written and re-written and probably will be re-re-written again. The story will have a little "Cloud Baby" doll with it as soon as I can get it done. However, I really do not have anyone that I can show this to and get an honest opinion. So, to that end, I am posting a few excerpts from the story to see your reaction. I need feedback, good or bad. I want this story to be the kind that moms and grand moms read to their kids and grand children as the little ones cuddle the "Cloud Baby". You know, something kitschy and whimsical. So, please give me your opinion! Thanks.
Excerpt #1:
King
Watson's realm was vast and reached out in all directions as far as
the eye could see. The Grand Hall sat atop a knoll that overlooked
the quaint burg of Atir. The castle, constructed centuries ago, had
been the home of the many descendants of that first king. Built of
quarried stones, this citadel stood as a symbol of strength and
endurance. Turrets once used as lookout points for oncoming
intruders now stood tall, proud and silent. The ashlar now worn
showed battle scars suffered from attacks on the majestic edifice.
As dawn peeked over the esker, the stained glass windows refracted
the sun like prisms. During the early morning hours rainbows
appeared throughout the inside of the Hall.
Excerpt #2:
To the West stood the
Ancient Massifs. Formed when the land was still new, their splendor
could be seen in every tor and valley. These majestic peaks had
served to protect this little hamlet from storms approaching from the
sea. When the waters churned and treacherous gales built, these
highlands would quell the winds and gentle rains instead would fall.
In the winter the hills and valleys seemed to trap the snow upon them
forming a glistening quilt. Mother
Nature vested herself according to each season. Each more
magnificent than the other. These promontories held many
secrets. Since before stories were written children had been raised
on tales of fantastic wizards mixing powerful potions in secret
lairs. Many seekers of magical knowledge have gone into these
mountains. Most returned empty handed. The few that never returned
were said to have completed their crusade. Every time another
pilgrim returned another fable was born. Such as yarns
of the strange chantings heard in caves or trees uprooting themselves
and walking or the smoke that billowed from the earth and swirled
around you. Some of these anecdotes made for some raucous
evenings by the fire. Others held the audience hostage until the
very last word. Akin to the stories of great fire breathing dragons
that once roamed the skies freely among these ranges.
And, finally.....Excerpt #3:
One of the most
beautiful sights of Atir was the Painted Meadow to the South. The
mild climate, and plentiful rainfall made this lush carpet of emerald
bloom with a panorama of color. This large breadth was a veritable
garden most of the year. It was as if the Seasons had no meaning in
this pasture. Seeds that were carried by the wind from far away
places settled in the soft earth and exotic wildflowers sprang up
everywhere. Beds of lazurite lobelias stood tall amidst tufts of
grass. Bergamot, a favorite herb used for a most delightful tea,
showed its scarlet whorls besieged by honey bees. A blanket of
buttercups appeared to melt and spread in the heat of a midday sun.
While rows of dancing daisies kicked their petals to a tune heard
only by them. These blossoms attracted an affluence of life.
Interlaced in this rich landscape of flowers flew birds and
butterflies of every description. Yellow swallowtails merged into
orange monarchs that melded into chartreuse colored hummingbirds.
Tweets, chirps and whistles came together in an organized chorus. If
one listened very closely,
the sound of fluttering wings could be heard as each sought the
pollen and nectar promised within each flower.
