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GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE!! ...i will be "super-sizing" the prizes as i did before, BUT will hold off laying-out the criteria until i find out what i have left in my studio :D



I just love the look of these locket-like pendants. they actually should be called amulets. you remove the top jumpring and you can fill the piece with whatever you like. it allows for fairly thick 3-D objects to be placed inside... i've thought of charms, crytals, secrets...maybe the name of someone you secretly love ? :D


One of my favorite markets at 1000 Markets.com is again dispalying their hearts on their sleeves by sponsoring a Benefit Auction for "A Place to Bark"...an animal rescue facility located in Tennessee.
Bids are being taken Sunday Nov. 8th thru Saturday Nov. 14th at the Peace & Love Market Forums.
Just make a comment with your bid. If you are a member of 1000Markets that's all you need to do...if you are a newcomer & don't want to join at this time, just make your bid and leave your email address so you can be contacted in case you win.
If you are like me... a generous heart BUT with a hole in my pockets right now, consider making a donation, leaving your contact info :D
Wonderful Christmas theme jewelry has been donated and it will be fun to see how high bids will go... Winner will be announced November 15th ! ...Let's come an support the people who listen to the creatures who have no voices.



i had seen this site about a year ago and my immediate response was "LOL"...but as i thought about the fact that my cat, grayson (who looks like the gray cat above) likes to eat his own hair...even likes to consume the "dust bunnies" that i breed to my husband's horror...talk about the HUGE synthetic hair ball he would have to endure!
here is the site if you missed it on the explorer front page: kittywigs.com




i get all sorts of things in the mail for free that promotes this & that. lately i've been getting fake credit cards that i think is such an "icon" of our civilization...so i've used it here as the main focal point to a small jewelry gift box...but it could also be used as a gift tag.
i also like getting the "publisher's clearing house" stuff...i like to use the colorful magazine stamps on my tags and as part or all of my gift wrapping.


when i was a single woman living in the bay area, i prided myself for having 30 pairs of sex panties (of those 30, 15 had matching bras). it wasn't because i had a "thing" for collecting them, BUT that i hated to do laundry...so instead of going to the laundromat weekly i just did a massive wash every 30 days.
so when was it that "victoria's secret" was replaced by "lady jockey" at target? or maybe a more important question is "where did all the thongs go?"...a few were lost under car seats, movie theatres, restaurants, and hiking trails...(got those pantie lover's a cheap thrill)...BUT where did the others go??? a mystery i'm quite sure...maybe i can make up a game similar to "where's waldo?" :)


Recently I had read a quick blurb about two sisters, both artists, using a material I had dismissed for years as a rudimentary crafting element…polymer clay. I had watched as involved artists before them played with creating elaborate dye canes or learned to combine multi-colors in controlled patterns and not once muddy the colors…then you come across these two sisters who thought of something new, yet so simple…creating wearable sculptures by manipulating polymer clay, adding semi-precious gems and gilt with gold paint. Sounds so simple BUT amazingly hard…whenever you cross the line from craft to art.
it's hard to believe that i was once 20...but's true. in an earlier entry i mentioned i was asked to remember an era & a young man. it got me wondering about the aftermath of that era. right at that time, i was presented with 2 young men, both with the same name, both young & handsome, both saying they cared for me...and without much thought i chose the man who was closer to my age, who seemed"perfect" on paper as well as in my eyes.
It all started on Tuesday, March 10th…very innocently, sudden…what I would like to call a “golden moment”.
Both my husband & I had nothing in particular planned, so we made a date to see a matinee movie…”the watchmen”.
Though the movie was not going to win an oscar, I thought it very successful in staging a “graphic novel” of a by-gone era…cutting thru historic touchstones…combining a lustful crime-drama with pure sci-fi.
A memorable character for me was “silk spectra”…a raven hair beauty in the most remarkable spandex costume & “kick-ass” high-heel boots. At the end of the movie I was so energized & transported…I had become “silk spectra”…and as I started walking down the long ramp to the theatre doors, to my poor husband’s dismay, he says I started to RUN down the rampage in wild abandon.
There is no video (thank god!) …but in my defense, I have been feeling rather “rakish” ever since joining a particular market which shall remain nameless at 1000markets.com…you know who you are. The rest of the week I laid in bed with a pulled back muscle. In between the spasms of pain, I tried to think that it could have been worse…there might have been headlines in the town paper of a rather rotund asian woman mowing down 5 children on her way out of the movie theatre.
To continue my week of heartache…on March 15th, I found out I didn’t win the HGTV Dream House!!!!!
And as the week couldn’t get any better, I prepared for the ultimate humiliation…a colonoscopy (not sure how to spell it). The preparation was more painful than the procedure itself because they put you asleep BUT I had the pleasure of waking for just a few seconds when I saw my doctor…(a young, handsome, diminutive man) trying to move me about on the table to get the scope thru a difficult turn…as I was put back into “la-la-land”, all I could do was dream a “looney tune” type dream where the operation room instruments & nurses start to sing a silly song as the diminutive doctor in an oversized lab coat is using fantastical conveyor belt system to move my body in all sorts of twists and turns while he is taking polaroids of my “woohoo”.
"tha-tha-that's all folks !"

