Wednesday, May 25, 2011
In the beginning....there was love. It was not the love we think we know about. It was not the kind of love that is there, then gone. It was not the kind of love that started hot, then grew cold with time. It was a love that is unlike any we have ever known. It was a love that is. Still is. Burning and burning and craving and craving. Ceaseless and persistent love. Love that has stood the test of time, and captivated hearts down through the ages.
It has captivated my heart.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
It is exponential, this creative process. One design leads me to other ideas, to more ideas, to a long, long list of things I want to do.
Pretty little black evening bag with pheasant feathers, beads that fell off a necklace, and faux leather fabric to top it all off.
with a terrific shape, but just kind of plain. Adding some black turkey feathers, an old brooch, and a dangley key make it a little more interesting and a conversation piece.