
Thought I'd share my messy quick sketch of these earrings. I rushed through it just to get started on these daisies. I loved making these!

PS. I broke my outdated camera and used my cell phone for this pic.
I know. A basketball on this blog is completely out of place and really, I must be smoking crack to blog about basketball. Well, I have a basketball crazed husband named Yed. For father's day a good friend suggested I get Yed a basketball. Simple right? Well, I guess there is an art at choosing the right ball. They have to be, indoor/outdoor, perfectly round and feel right. Sounds like a boob job to me...hee hee. So I can thank Byron for going through the trouble of getting the perfect ball because Yed lit up like a Christmas tree when he got it. Then he gave it the physical examination with furrowed brows!? A good father only deserves the best basketball, right? He said, "Sweet babe! How did you know?" I said, "I know everything."
I should be working now, instead I'm looking at tattoos. I think my brain is fried this second. I can't turn on my torch tonight -just because. A night off?
I would love to get another tattoo. I think I may sketch one out and it just might get my blood flowing again. Ever get in a funk at your desk? Work bench? Studio? Sewing machine? Microphone? Computer?
So this picture was taken in Chicago and could easily be mistaken for downtown Portland in the Pearl today. Maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but this storm came out of no where! We set up shop for First Thursday and one block over I see paintings in the air, canopies, paper, dirt, all kinds of debris. Like a tornado tore thru the Pearl! So many artists lost works and it was headed our way! My friend Suzanne held onto the canopy with me as her purses and bags hit the ground. Yed held the glass cases together and Micah held onto his bicycle. People were yelling, artwork was crashing, it was a mess! I looked up at my neighbor Kirk, and he said, "So your sticking around right?" BTW- he was a bit delirious having been hit by a car on his bike today. I don't think I've ever packed up jewelry so fast. It was really a world record (6min). I heard advisories on the radio and my friend even called to warn me. It was so sunny and pretty at that time, I brushed it off. Wow! Thanks for offering shelter Erin!
Update: I drove by at 8:30 and about 4 or 5 artists stayed! That's pretty hardcore! Maybe they drove in from Seattle?
These invitations are sweet!
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Our worlds are slanted, but together everything makes sense