Tuesday, October 02, 2007


The door to limitless imagination

...is wide open.

I formally dedicate this blog post to Flutter, a gifted artist, a source of creative inspiration, a supportive presence, and above all a good friend.

While we were shopping for yarn, we noticed some purse handles, and Christine suggested I take my beadwork to the next level, so to speak. So, as I find myself doing most things lately, I didn't hesitate, didn't consult any manuals, didn't even say a Hail Mary. I went and bought supplies, pausing only to ask other shoppers in the bead aisles what tools and materials they thought would work for what I envisioned making. These purse handle sets are what I've come up with so far, and I just listed them at my Etsy shop.

I haven't abandoned knitting, even though it seems like I've once again succumbed to the lure of stash building. I do have more of the opera mitts on the needles--there's currently just one pair in my store and it's mighty lonely. And I've been busy the past few days with a shop sample--I'd better get cranking though, because the deadline is looming. More about this later.

As I promised, here are the gorgeous earrings Christine made for me.

For some reason, whenever I attempt to photograph bling, the result is invariably blurry. But take my word for it, these are lovely--I think someone else could definitely make extra money selling her handmade creations! Nudge, nudge.

Last week, I sold about 30 of my hand beaded stitch markers! They are available at the front counter at Dublin Bay. I spent much of yesterday replenishing my stock.

The markers in the first photo are attached to jump rings, which slide along the needle, and in the second group I used lobster clasps, so the markers can go right onto the stitch and be moved around.

I keep hearing this song in my head. Jason and I were treated to a live performance of it on July 21.


Hold your fire

Keep it burning bright

Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites

A spirit with a vision is a dream

With a mission

I hear their passionate music

Read the words that touch my heart

I gaze at their feverish pictures

The secrets that set them apart

When I feel the powerful visions

Their fire has made alive

I wish I had that instinct

I wish I had that drive

Spirits fly on dangerous missions

Imaginations on fire

Focused high on soaring ambitions

Consumed in a single desire

In the grip of a nameless possession

A slave to the drive of obsession

A spirit with a vision is a dream

With a mission

I watch their images flicker

Bringing light to a lifeless screen

I walk through their beautiful buildings

And I wish I had their dreams

But dreams don't need to have motion

To keep their spark alive

Obsession has to have action

Pride turns on the drive

It's cold comfort

To the ones without it

To know how they struggled

How they suffered about it

If their lives were exotic and strange

They would likely have gladly exchanged them

For something a little more plain

Maybe something a little more sane

We each pay a fabulous price

For our visions of paradise

But a spirit with a vision is a dream

With a mission


I am so proud of you, the handles and the markers are gorgeous!

I'll be blogging about us this evening :) I am glad you like the earrings and I love the stitch markers you gave me, thank you
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