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Making a Bead Tree for the Kiln
My newest ceramic project has been making pendants using lace imprints. While I only glaze one side of star ornaments, pendants, I felt should be glazed all the way around. After all, whenever I wear jewelry, it always manages to flop around to the wrong side. Therefore, I needed bead tree, but after spending hours trying to find the most affordable option that also made sense for pendants, I came up empty. Amazon has two available — Small Bead Rack w…
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Upcoming Shows
Two big local shows are coming up. The Rock and Shop Market takes place in downtown Durham, and The Handmade Market is in downtown Raleigh. I will be set up at both of those events. Keep and eye out on my facebook page for specials leading up to the events. As always, my Etsy site stays freshly stocked for those of you who aren’t local. Local friends who wish to shop online but pickup at my house are invited to…
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Post PPD, Church, and the Struggle to Believe
My feelings towards my church of 10+ years are ambiguous at best. Where I’ve landed today is with gratitude for and love of my immediate community of believers, those I’ve held close and who have done the same with me, yet disengagement with and distrust of my church. I won’t say exactly what events have led to this place, but I know the ache in my heart I feel over those on the fringe – those whose marriage status, gender,…
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My Life in Piles
Years ago, my friend Andrea did a photo series of her life in piles. This morning as I was surveying the downstairs living area, it struck me that I currently am living in piles. These piles represent daily chores, impending projects, and dumping grounds for things not in use or waiting to be sold. These are only the physical manifestation of the even larger number of mental and emotional piles that my brain is constantly sorting through.
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First Day of Spring
borage about to flower arugula in blossom
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Regrets and Insecurities
What looks like a highly productive and diverse life, to me often feels like a smattering of shallow wading pools across the surface of a life that was meant to go much deeper. As I’ve rounded the corner of 30 and am well on my way to 33, I’m proud of my accomplishments – stable marriage, two kids, PhD in engineering, small pottery business, funky little vegetable garden, and yet I can’t help a feeling of disappointment that creeps in…
