Where is the time going? Already we’ve turned back the clocks, started burning wood in the stove and scraped a few windshields. We’ve barely put Halloween to bed, Remembrance day is here and gone so now Christmas will bear down on us like a freight train without brakes.
Sure Christmas is fun but it’s a heck of a lot of preparation for five minutes of ripping and tearing on Christmas morning. Sort of like a wedding, months of planning for five minutes of "I do". But hey, twinkling lights and foil paper wrapped treasures, decorations and the once a year holiday feast is something to look forward to.....a highlight from our mundane daily routines. Children are filled with awe and adults dust off their best manners. People are kinder during the holidays as if they worry about that lump of coal.
But, as each holiday or monumental landmark passes, so does time and I feel like it's running out on me! Let’s face it, there’s more sand in the bottom of my hour glass than sifting down from the top. With my mom dying at 58, that's only three years older than I'll be next month! Time…slow down, allow me to prepare....I want to be ready for old age if I'm lucky enough to see it. I swear the earth is speeding up on its axis, pushing the days through as if late for a very important date.
I have so many things I want to do and at this rate I won’t be scratching much off the list unless I make them a priority now! In the big picture of life, my desires may be small, but I’d like to take a crack at a few of them, after all what are we here for if not to experience things. Most of my stuff is doable too. I’m not hankering for world travel, or extravagant purchases. The stuff that brings me joy I can accomplish at home. Spending time with hubby, writing the great novel or maybe two, adopt more pups to love, cover my floors in hooked rugs, dabble in a bit of painting, gardening, sailing and spend long periods sitting in the white wicker chair on my back deck captivated by this amazing planet we're visiting on a temporary pass.
I am filled with good intentions...my cup runneth over with them. What I lack is time. It’s eaten but not chewed, swallowed up in a gulp and gone. The past 54 years were a blink of an eye and now I approach one year older, I begin to wonder what might be next. So far my life has been a droplet of rain in a torrential downpour, a split second out of eternity, I’m feeling small and insignificant knowing there's now less time ahead than has already past. I need to make best of what I have. Do things now...stop waiting for tomorrow because time waits for no man or woman. I need a 'rest of life' itinerary so I can allot time to get things done so it doesn't overtake me in this one way race to Too Late. No time like the present either because who knows how much is left....we aren’t all following the same plan and have different stops along the route. I'm not trying to be a doom sayer, but jeesh, if the next half goes as fast as the first I might not get through this blog!
So I pledged to make a pendant with a piece of that broken Cranberry glass that I’ve been holding on to for 22 years. The deadline was last evening and I made it by the hair of my chin, but made it I did! Writing about my mother’s death brought the desire to the surface so I said no more excuses, no more putting it off for later. Tempting fate is a fool's game because life doesn't come with any promises, except of course that there will be death and taxes. This pendent will scratch one item of my 'To Do' and that's a feel good accomplishment.
I've been a jewellery maker for a few years now. Well, I suppose I'm a creative assembler. I don't actually make the beads or the findings, I just gather and string them all together. I enjoyed working with beads but I got a little carried away with buying them. The parcels were arriving so quickly the inventory got ahead of me and I became overwhelmed. Now there are thousands of dollars hidden away in cupboards that I'm not sure what to do with. I'm toying with the idea of a pop up shop to sell them off to other bead enthusiasts who will love them and put them to good use. No bead should be hidden away, they need to be out and worn, bead all they can be!
The beads I hoard are exquisite. Sometimes one of a kind, and all made by self representing artists from around the globe....no spit out of a machine, Made in China stuff for me!
Sure Christmas is fun but it’s a heck of a lot of preparation for five minutes of ripping and tearing on Christmas morning. Sort of like a wedding, months of planning for five minutes of "I do". But hey, twinkling lights and foil paper wrapped treasures, decorations and the once a year holiday feast is something to look forward to.....a highlight from our mundane daily routines. Children are filled with awe and adults dust off their best manners. People are kinder during the holidays as if they worry about that lump of coal.
But, as each holiday or monumental landmark passes, so does time and I feel like it's running out on me! Let’s face it, there’s more sand in the bottom of my hour glass than sifting down from the top. With my mom dying at 58, that's only three years older than I'll be next month! Time…slow down, allow me to prepare....I want to be ready for old age if I'm lucky enough to see it. I swear the earth is speeding up on its axis, pushing the days through as if late for a very important date.
I have so many things I want to do and at this rate I won’t be scratching much off the list unless I make them a priority now! In the big picture of life, my desires may be small, but I’d like to take a crack at a few of them, after all what are we here for if not to experience things. Most of my stuff is doable too. I’m not hankering for world travel, or extravagant purchases. The stuff that brings me joy I can accomplish at home. Spending time with hubby, writing the great novel or maybe two, adopt more pups to love, cover my floors in hooked rugs, dabble in a bit of painting, gardening, sailing and spend long periods sitting in the white wicker chair on my back deck captivated by this amazing planet we're visiting on a temporary pass.
I am filled with good intentions...my cup runneth over with them. What I lack is time. It’s eaten but not chewed, swallowed up in a gulp and gone. The past 54 years were a blink of an eye and now I approach one year older, I begin to wonder what might be next. So far my life has been a droplet of rain in a torrential downpour, a split second out of eternity, I’m feeling small and insignificant knowing there's now less time ahead than has already past. I need to make best of what I have. Do things now...stop waiting for tomorrow because time waits for no man or woman. I need a 'rest of life' itinerary so I can allot time to get things done so it doesn't overtake me in this one way race to Too Late. No time like the present either because who knows how much is left....we aren’t all following the same plan and have different stops along the route. I'm not trying to be a doom sayer, but jeesh, if the next half goes as fast as the first I might not get through this blog!
So I pledged to make a pendant with a piece of that broken Cranberry glass that I’ve been holding on to for 22 years. The deadline was last evening and I made it by the hair of my chin, but made it I did! Writing about my mother’s death brought the desire to the surface so I said no more excuses, no more putting it off for later. Tempting fate is a fool's game because life doesn't come with any promises, except of course that there will be death and taxes. This pendent will scratch one item of my 'To Do' and that's a feel good accomplishment.
I've been a jewellery maker for a few years now. Well, I suppose I'm a creative assembler. I don't actually make the beads or the findings, I just gather and string them all together. I enjoyed working with beads but I got a little carried away with buying them. The parcels were arriving so quickly the inventory got ahead of me and I became overwhelmed. Now there are thousands of dollars hidden away in cupboards that I'm not sure what to do with. I'm toying with the idea of a pop up shop to sell them off to other bead enthusiasts who will love them and put them to good use. No bead should be hidden away, they need to be out and worn, bead all they can be!
The beads I hoard are exquisite. Sometimes one of a kind, and all made by self representing artists from around the globe....no spit out of a machine, Made in China stuff for me!
The Blue Willow wire wrapped pendent was the first project I ever made to learn the technique. Then I wrapped a Pink Peruvian Opal and added fresh water pearls for accents. For the Cranberry Glass I added pearls and made petals from silver springs made by wrapping the wire around a stick pin. I used Pink Swarovski crystals in the centers of the pearls to look like flower centers. The piece of glass I selected was the bottom of the broken vase. The next pink or white shirt I wear will be a backdrop to my new pendent, the memory of my dear mother caressing my heart.
Below is some of the wedding jewellery I've made in the past and pictures of a wedding show I attended. The necklaces are made with real pearls or Swarovski glass pearls. I had a great deal of fun during my brief fling with bling, but rug hooking's my main squeeze!
Below is some of the wedding jewellery I've made in the past and pictures of a wedding show I attended. The necklaces are made with real pearls or Swarovski glass pearls. I had a great deal of fun during my brief fling with bling, but rug hooking's my main squeeze!
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