Playing with Mud

This was actually more fun than I thought it would be - it is like preparing a giant canvas with my kind of textured base... the only thing is now it's giving me new ideas how to paint the walls... trouble, because I really just want to get it done and melt glass, not turn my studio walls into a work of art! (Though that WOULD be fun too...)

Bad Computer News

Well. It turns out I did not properly back up my Outlook files and so I've lost 4 years of emails, receipts, files, and contacts. And my Cirque Dreams tickets. In the grand scheme of things, it's not a big deal. But right now, I could just cry.

So... help me out please. If you are reading this and you are a friend who's contact info I should have, please email me with it so I can get both your email address and your info saved again. If you are a customer and are waiting on an email from me, or a piece of jewelry, please send me an email so we can communicate again. Thanks.

Studio News

The last piece of sheetrock went up last weekend and the hole for the exhaust fan got cut. Frank's work out there is just about done, now it's my turn. I've got to mud the walls next (I'm not sanding, I refuse, so I'm going to make it look old-world and textured like a rustic old cottage), then prime, paint and then figure out the floor.

Studio Design

I've decided, I'm going with soft beachy paint colors for the interior of the studio. It was a toss-up between sandy beach (sands and blues), cottage garden (greens and blues), or mediteranean colors (turquoise and blue and white)... but this new necklace I just made decided it for me - this will be my inspiration:

Magnolia Goodness

The view from my studio today. Isn't this the best? So much better than the dark cave my last studio was.



And this is the view from my bedroom window. I'm feeling very lucky today.

Studio Progress

Sheetrock has been going up! It's starting to feel like a real room. Frank has been calling it the "Art House". I kind of like it. It's much better than what his friend at work told him to call it: "Pimp my Shed". Huh.