Marcia, Canon Digital Rebel
Photo Friday’s theme this week is “Fancy.”
No capes. Just courage.
Marcia, Canon Digital Rebel
Photo Friday’s theme this week is “Fancy.”
pretty feet, Canon Digital Rebel
“If you see a whole thing – it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives…. But close up a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern.”
– Ursula K. Leguin
To entertain you:
– Huh Corp made me laugh out loud. It is very silly and funny.
– Colorstrology is way cool.
To inspire you:
– Ali Edwards rocks.
– Donavan and the Purple Crayon I love this story and this series of tales from Donavan’s childhood.
– Danny Gregory started a great series on the Morning News entitled Peanut.
Photo by David Nightingale
* The above photo is by the talented photographer David Nightingale of Chromasia. If you haven’t already seen his work, hop to it! Or maybe read this story and then pop over there. He is so good you might forget to come back. So maybe read this story and then come back. Yes, do that.
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And since I am dispensing advice today, I have another little bit for you: Don’t ever name something {even an inanimate object} you might someday want to get rid of.
I don’t remember exactly how our couch got a nickname. I think it was from my friend’s daughter who called the couch “the chouch” {pronounced: Chowch} which I rather liked and adopted for a while. Matt liked it too, and as with all nicknames we love, they morph and devolve into other nicknames like “Chawch” “Chacho” “Joanie loves Chachi” and the ever favorite salutation “Meet you on The Chawch!”
About a year ago, my sister passed along a very pretty green velvet couch to us when she was moving. We were thrilled. Our torn, stained, faded, pin-striped, pseudo preppy couch would finally hit the curb. Little did we know we’d feel so conflicted about it.
And I’m convinced it wasn’t the couch. It was in the naming of the thing that had all the power. All the sentimentality, all the memories, all the juice, lived somehow in the name. Did I mention not to name anything you might one day throw away?
As we moved it outside and put a poster on it: “Free! Gratis!” we got a little sentimental. I don’t know about Matt, but I know I said a little prayer that The Chawch would go to a good home.
We went inside and looked out the window at it sitting on the sidewalk. People passed by without a glance, or they would check it for cleanliness and comfort and then keep going. Our hearts sank.
“I can’t watch anymore,” I declared and we closed the blinds.
The next morning we looked outside hoping to see an empty sidewalk, but no, the worst possible scenario occurred. Someone had stolen the cushions to sleep on (this happens a lot in SF) and now the couch was worthless, cushionless and unadoptable. We were crushed and picked up the phone to call the recycling place.
We felt like we had to flush our pet goldfish down the toilet.
Our new couch is also named “The Chawch.” But if we ever get another one, we will never be able to kick it to the curb again. We will work tirelessly to find a home for it. That is the responsibility that comes with giving something a name.
the pretty girls of Dolores Park, Canon Digital Rebel
“Know that joy is rarer, more difficult and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all-important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.”
– Andre Gide
Sasha in purple glam, Canon Digital Rebel
Free shipping for Mother’s Day
Is it coming early this year or is it me? May 8th is the day. Let your mom/wife/friend know she’s a total superhero! {Just place your order and I will refund you the shipping charge.}
New, Limited Edition Stuff
Many of the current designs are limited edition due to the vintage and hard to find beads I use. This keeps the collections fresh! but means that they won’t be around forever.
The brand new kiwi necklace wants you to have her!
Finally, something in purple! You guys have been so patient with me. And just in time, I hear all the kids are wearing it these days. Introducing purple glamour puss {Sasha is wearing it in the above photo}
Blue Freeze is even better now. It is a deeper turquoise and has a special magic to it. It kind of looks like windex too.
Sugar Snap Update
To all of you who are on the waiting list for Sugar Snap.. sad news! I can’t get those pretty green quartz anymore {unless I come across them again}.
In the meantime, I have enough to make several pairs of earrings. If you’d like some, snatch em’ up!
Rare Finds
The designs on this page are one of a kind {or extremely limited edition}.
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In other news, congratulations to Mike and Chris who recently published their book 2 Do Before I Die.
The ferry building at the Embarcadero, Canon Digital Rebel
Things inspiring me today:
– The birds in this tree {via rosie}. And while you’re there, check out the rest of this beautiful site.
– My friend Sabrina’s story about being brave on the rocks. {I was reminded of this on Ali Edward’s awesome site}
– Shaken faces.
– Excellent Lomo shots. {It’s also a great example of cross processing which is shooting slide film and developing it like regular color film.}
– Mrs. Meyer’s dish soap in geranium is so yummy.
– Rediscovering 43 things
– Wanting this book.
– Reading this book and this book
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– And a great quote from the wonderful Jack Kornfield:
“The wisdom of the heart is here, just now, at any moment. It has always been here, and it is never too late to find it. The wholeness and freedom we seek is our own true nature, who we really are. Whenever we start a spiritual practice, read a spiritual book, or contemplate what it means to live well, we have begun the inevitable process of opening to this truth, the truth of life itself.”
P.S. For all of you that were curious about Marcia’s red lipstick, she gives you the full glamalicious lowdown in the comments section of the kiwi entry.
leaves, Canon Digital Rebel
The way she looked at me last night, eyes fixed one mine, and said, “I think I need to slow down,” and then took a long, deep breath. And how uncomfortable I felt, holding her gaze like that, and how I wanted to look away but didn’t.
Or the way Matt called me over when I announced during the movie that I should be going to bed. And he said so sweetly, “But you could just lay here and fall asleep on me,” and pointed to his chest.
Small things.
The way my mom motioned for me at the end of the baby shower last weekend. The baby shower for my sister, hosted by me at my house, the one I was nervous about for months. The one I was afraid to throw, afraid I would be jealous or cry or wouldn’t be able to celebrate her in the way that I wanted to, and how ashamed I felt for that. The way my mom called me over to her at the end {the party was truly wonderful} and brought me into the empty hallway and whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”
Small things.
The way my friend Michael, (who is developmentally disabled) leaps out of his seat and sprints over to me shouting ANDREA! When I arrive in his class.
Or the other day, when my friend’s 2-year-old brought me a tiny daisy he had picked on the way to my house, and how he giggled when I put it in my mouth and tried to kiss him.
More small things.
The way the grass touches the sky up on Bernal Hill.
The impossible smell of jasmine in the evening.
The shout Matt let out when he jumped off the rope swing and dropped into the cold lake.
The almost imperceptible squeeze of a hand, the hand of a stranger at Glide, when we are singing a group song and it’s time to let go.
Green tea instead of coffee.
Bubbly water instead of wine.
Cooked fish instead of raw.
Small things really.
Or that story I heard the other day, the one about the man who threaded big colorful maple leaves with fishing line and attached them to the ceiling so it looked like leaves were falling all around her room?
Stef and Tim, Canon Digital Rebel
A huge congratulations to Stef & Tim who just had their baby girl, Kadison Violet on Monday! I so look forward to meeting her. {You may remember Stef and Tim from the lurking belly shot only a few weeks ago!}
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Thank you for letting me know about the problem in the comments. All fixed now! My site went completely Zen yesterday and didn’t want us to “do” anymore, just be.
Also, thank you for all of your questions. I have some great stuff to think about now and will answer them in bits throughout the coming weeks. I appreciate the inspiration.
“If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.”
– Jack Kornfield
Marcia wearing kiwi necklace, Canon Digital Rebel
I’m cooking up some new colors over here for spring and summer. This is a sparkly little kiwi number.
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I am without words these days. Strangely content. Funny how I have more to say when my head is full of drama!
Since I am not clear on what to write about, I wanted to put the question out to you. Is there anything you’d like to see me/us talk about here? What is going through your heads?
P.S. I am currently tortured by the fact that Bono came to Glide {the very eclectic and wonderful church I go to every Sunday} and sang! The one day I wasn’t there…
pink rununculus, Canon Digital Rebel
A most intriguing question was posed to me recently. I am part of a women’s artist group called No Limits and we get together twice a month to talk about our creative lives. {No Limits is a national network of support groups empowering women artists to fully succeed in their creative work and careers.}
We were all asked to answer the following question and speak about it at length: “Recall a time when you were a kid and you were joyously engaged in some creative project. You were blissfully absorbed and had no regard for the outcome or who would see it.”
So much came rushing back to me.. Those little toy mice with the costumes {Cleopatra, a scuba diver, Superman} that I would paint sets for, place them in the scene, and then photograph them. The numerous dance routines I choreographed in my bedroom to the Flashdance soundtrack, the hours of teaching friends said dance routines when they came over, fashion photo shoots in my bathroom with the hairdryer blowing their hair in that sexy, tousled, magazine way.
Then there was the singing. I loved to sing, and I must have have been pretty good at the time because a great teacher named Bob Reid who used to come to our school and play his guitar and teach us folk tunes {oh, how I adored him} asked me to be on an album he was making of kid’s music. I jumped at the chance. It was one of the biggest thrills of my life to be in the recording studio, 10-year old legs dangling on a stool, holding headphones to my ears and singing into a microphone. I remember feeling elated, tireless, and as cool as the Brady Bunch kids. {Believe it or not, you can still buy this album called Abracadab on his website}
I’ve always believed that what you did as a kid tells you everything about what your spirit wants to do as an adult. I saw an old photograph once of the brilliant photographer Alfred Stieglitz when he was about 3 years old. He has a photograph wrapped around his neck attached to a piece of string. The caption read that he saw the photo and became obsessed with it, wanted to have it close to his heart all the time.
What I realized in answering this question is that my kid life was a lot about music and dance, and I haven’t made that a big part of my adult life. Not being a dance club kind of girl, I had forgotten about dance, but that was about to change. I immediately signed up for a dance class called Nia {a blend of yoga, martial arts and global dance forms} and fell in love with it. I feel happier. It’s like I was missing one important vitamin and my body wasn’t running well without it. Or a spice that made the soup finally come together in the most delicious way. I feel a new self emerging.
I encourage you all to answer the same question: What did you love to do as a kid? Recall a time when you were joyously creating.