tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57190800002412180312024-03-13T03:12:10.210-07:00Kerstin Hanson Acrylic Dot Art, Vibrant Art and JewelryFun with acrylics and wire.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-67467403208298030402010-04-25T19:40:00.001-07:002010-04-25T19:46:49.281-07:00new life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbYWRa31k4iPgmuJtaKXkIZfZR1s-K6MeoAl2IuH9FtgreFKbupnp2T8MTMOEmJVJpQeitWrxeYHuJIAddt2AbKkZRW_CGJaSnhJ2TKDbuLys1MS2JqMCsdjoDcoiLyU-d-I5v5vgYiU/s1600/100_2811.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbYWRa31k4iPgmuJtaKXkIZfZR1s-K6MeoAl2IuH9FtgreFKbupnp2T8MTMOEmJVJpQeitWrxeYHuJIAddt2AbKkZRW_CGJaSnhJ2TKDbuLys1MS2JqMCsdjoDcoiLyU-d-I5v5vgYiU/s320/100_2811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464271036933792786" border="0" /></a> cucumber shoots<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GtIUx6Nt3CDZJG0lFXZxm3DopHC9R0vnV1WNLRrQy3CWSbaI4OfJ1n-ntwGQgeRPDQDBZDEsbbmYymTiI_Wuyzgg05uDUYPf-hmjOEkeK6n2hdDUDJSkTsUPLLZTf6EMVmmXooSp-7c/s1600/100_2829.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GtIUx6Nt3CDZJG0lFXZxm3DopHC9R0vnV1WNLRrQy3CWSbaI4OfJ1n-ntwGQgeRPDQDBZDEsbbmYymTiI_Wuyzgg05uDUYPf-hmjOEkeK6n2hdDUDJSkTsUPLLZTf6EMVmmXooSp-7c/s320/100_2829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464271034158550642" border="0" /></a> sweet pea blossom<br /><br />Some macro photos from my emerging garden this afternoon. Life. Promise. Hope.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-22309453960092261082010-04-20T08:59:00.000-07:002010-04-20T11:28:05.743-07:00new hangover remedy?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCpaWuvct6qK5mDl3um6Jk2-7C7-KRnj_RnMmwbIvZ90MVfLlL2Uef9sNNtz3QxbNSGrwEc5CkPJwuiq_E5zcjhfCP4LdbAdY5pXL_lkG2G_H9V4aZeghEqCYlf33WrPcNDM7BpfO1Bc/s1600/100_2763.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCpaWuvct6qK5mDl3um6Jk2-7C7-KRnj_RnMmwbIvZ90MVfLlL2Uef9sNNtz3QxbNSGrwEc5CkPJwuiq_E5zcjhfCP4LdbAdY5pXL_lkG2G_H9V4aZeghEqCYlf33WrPcNDM7BpfO1Bc/s320/100_2763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462250732132583650" border="0" /></a>Who Knew???<br /><br />I made this pair of earrings yesterday and went in search of interesting facts about amethyst before I wrote my 'listing' on Etsy.<br /><br />I learned this week that for the ancient Greeks and Romans, amethyst was believed to protect against the effects of over drinking! Maybe I should open another shop dedicated to Amethyst and it's interesting powers!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-28091248544501001782010-04-07T10:34:00.000-07:002010-04-07T10:41:02.490-07:00feelin alive at the Six String<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpL9J45JM8Ja2MvMu43N4CZuIdcqWFuTlUowLAp6jSMVmLIpzEkaduCkTZmS9kImz5lTShyphenhyphenQrbOn4OhesdDiH7xcKpEuziMoQ6TF-vueckqeF1UvNoizSqELV-8IHmd0VtMVsepxHDag/s1600/100_2685.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpL9J45JM8Ja2MvMu43N4CZuIdcqWFuTlUowLAp6jSMVmLIpzEkaduCkTZmS9kImz5lTShyphenhyphenQrbOn4OhesdDiH7xcKpEuziMoQ6TF-vueckqeF1UvNoizSqELV-8IHmd0VtMVsepxHDag/s320/100_2685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457450463199373746" border="0" /></a>Traveled to Raleigh last night to play the Six String Cafe and Music Hall... here' s shot of James K. and me on that wonderful stage. I recommend this venue as a performer or listener - just a fabulous experience.<br /><br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> feel more like me when I'm singing.<br /><br />I'm checking my calender for when I can return!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-742790755570635732010-04-06T08:00:00.000-07:002010-04-06T08:14:20.127-07:00crossing lines<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikc3897liVzdpYng77_T91Iu-U4sQf243kPoBpbi2HrYvoCnsIDuMmwloBx6Oyg2zzscTSEkdHSkdzgwvbRhL5J4y8JE8JQ3as0v7aCRlbI0VTIBIK5z_4tboL4gVqWP49Kd_5JD69CI/s1600/100_2681.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikc3897liVzdpYng77_T91Iu-U4sQf243kPoBpbi2HrYvoCnsIDuMmwloBx6Oyg2zzscTSEkdHSkdzgwvbRhL5J4y8JE8JQ3as0v7aCRlbI0VTIBIK5z_4tboL4gVqWP49Kd_5JD69CI/s320/100_2681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457042935634472658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3CBtxzpuoeSKLP74JudOICvieXKdJkRmjZPQaZ-n5GgZUCiOxm4gSdcNoA-ZDLEUGl-XPDOyYehyDiZhOLLdz0kiO_-r4FineOaN56Lvck9UMlQkOBTBwPc404Ejk0DexhR74VwwGV6k/s1600/100_2678.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3CBtxzpuoeSKLP74JudOICvieXKdJkRmjZPQaZ-n5GgZUCiOxm4gSdcNoA-ZDLEUGl-XPDOyYehyDiZhOLLdz0kiO_-r4FineOaN56Lvck9UMlQkOBTBwPc404Ejk0DexhR74VwwGV6k/s320/100_2678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457042926719438994" border="0" /></a><br />As well as creating jewelry, I am a songwriter. Yesterday between creating some new rings and earrings (which I have yet to put in my shop) I had a rehearsal with a musician friend who is sitting in with me on djembe and guitar, while I play keys and sing (tonight). I enjoy crossing those two lines in side of myself - creating- then polishing up a different type of creation - then<br />going back to the previous one.<br /><br />Tonight I am traveling to Raleigh to play a few songs in the singer/songwriter open mic at the Six String Music Cafe. I can't wait :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-48175195350331915142010-04-05T17:39:00.001-07:002010-04-05T17:46:28.076-07:00singles getting attention now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQtbh-ZGxoR33wgmCd6M1Gy3eb9_T2pePdT6bVZ17KWshcyJpKgS4bUND6WEDzs4rNOFOQVbL-P-juzVEzuPR9m5JnTklygaKxPAz44yAuXbGc2zvjma8jY44PEZw8sQxy3iyvzQqAdE/s1600/100_2677.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQtbh-ZGxoR33wgmCd6M1Gy3eb9_T2pePdT6bVZ17KWshcyJpKgS4bUND6WEDzs4rNOFOQVbL-P-juzVEzuPR9m5JnTklygaKxPAz44yAuXbGc2zvjma8jY44PEZw8sQxy3iyvzQqAdE/s320/100_2677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456817849596440578" border="0" /></a><br />I've been making/wearing my own wire wrapped rings for over a year... just didn't feel until recently that they were ready to be added to my shop. <br /><br />Today, I gathered up my courage and took the plunge - here's a shot from a new listing I added this evening... I hope to get several more up this week.<br /><br />The <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>fun part about creating each ring is going through my vast collection of beads or wandering, enthralled through the bead shop and finding the lonely hearts... those without a pair, a mate, a friend or lover, and giving them the attention that they deserve. <br /><br />So, just for now, all you beads out there that have a mate to balance your position, eat your heart out.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-35891588188887476212010-04-03T10:07:00.000-07:002010-04-03T10:12:47.201-07:00shop updates<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIpoBkLANfuBAVS6Rn4ICmiiFS-bbCculAmC6KMpAhXuZBnF-RHlpKMyX0N2XRCN7JKxN-acG39a5Be_ipSMCZyOP7duqOHhpocaUEswDisswozokVaO45wxjh78xzCY3HISW5OIxKx0/s1600/kenbrac1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIpoBkLANfuBAVS6Rn4ICmiiFS-bbCculAmC6KMpAhXuZBnF-RHlpKMyX0N2XRCN7JKxN-acG39a5Be_ipSMCZyOP7duqOHhpocaUEswDisswozokVaO45wxjh78xzCY3HISW5OIxKx0/s320/kenbrac1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455959329880620706" border="0" /></a><br />I added this bracelet today... and did a lot of photo edits to existing items.<br /><br />Photos are an area in which I can see that I've improved, yet I am very aware that there remains a learning curve!<br /><br />I am happily learning new chain maille techniques, and hope to add new items in the coming weeks that incorporate my new skills :)<br />Have a happy weekend and a blessed Easter.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-65159275107821492712010-03-31T10:42:00.000-07:002010-03-31T13:18:01.903-07:00deep, passionate espressoI snagged a treasury on Etsy this afternoon, and my theme is espresso. I LOVE coffee!!!! Take a peek at these lovely handmade (with love) items!<br />Here is the url, since I can't figure how to get a screen shot on here :) <br />http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list.php?room_id=123189Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-1898766230830999202010-03-31T08:41:00.000-07:002010-03-31T09:02:04.158-07:00connect the dotsFrom point A which I didn't realize I had started until point D made itself known has left me 3 inside connections to make. A misunderstanding, an unasked question, an unsaid thought up to the moment that I was told that I created harm has lead me to know that I owe an apology for harming one I love... without knowing precisely what I said and how I said 'it'.<br /><br />It's time to connect the dots and restore balance inside of this relationship. Honesty is difficult to return to with clear recollection, for it is the internal experiencing of it and the ensuing reactions that we really remember - not exactly the words that were said or their intention.<br /><br />At this point, the most important thing seems to just <span style="font-style: italic;">be loving</span> and let the rest take care of itself as it does.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-30225118839815510722010-03-29T19:24:00.001-07:002010-03-29T19:31:11.723-07:00memories...Whilst I was sneaking around the forums in Etsy tonight, it struck me... I have a blog! I hopped over here, and my last entry was May, 2009 according to Google - gulp. I had totally forgotten about it.<br /><br />Sometimes in my eagerness for creating, I forget to do the other stuff that one should be doing to help along one's success rate. <br /><br />So, memories, light the corners of my mind, and now this little corner of cyberspace. Hello to old friends, hello to (hopefully) new ones as well.<br /><br />I'm back.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-37231392759292742972009-03-17T07:39:00.000-07:002009-03-17T07:50:06.606-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZzyEnGHBy6ttKIDhIrYSWrNYwc4fEhAXx6K0eJZDRsPV3u86noyeUi6vI5HrlqOx2CGz50sQOr4AmDx9Qzje9OfhhGnN2TZg9Hqim6j52zyLbguQIGFInY_G0O0bhqxSzJSuvP7Hd_k/s1600-h/100_7454.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314167687844042898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZzyEnGHBy6ttKIDhIrYSWrNYwc4fEhAXx6K0eJZDRsPV3u86noyeUi6vI5HrlqOx2CGz50sQOr4AmDx9Qzje9OfhhGnN2TZg9Hqim6j52zyLbguQIGFInY_G0O0bhqxSzJSuvP7Hd_k/s320/100_7454.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_J7QBR6JNzkb9YxNaUtSlHvvIU4akleUs9d2IKTuw_VYg3Eol2kdNa6kzNlMlYTmQvkleaplOFbB9uVaHXUSUCQZeVQ0_og5RC77bMBeHSjP1Dvz8oPfn5MRrhJvKkSmv4MKbiznDiaU/s1600-h/100_7446.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314167135798254754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_J7QBR6JNzkb9YxNaUtSlHvvIU4akleUs9d2IKTuw_VYg3Eol2kdNa6kzNlMlYTmQvkleaplOFbB9uVaHXUSUCQZeVQ0_og5RC77bMBeHSjP1Dvz8oPfn5MRrhJvKkSmv4MKbiznDiaU/s320/100_7446.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I haven't posted anything in a few weeks... so hello out there :) The good news is that I've done several custom orders that have kept my nose to proverbial grindstone. I've also been hard at work updating my shop with new items and improved photos. I've discovered the power of the 'color balance' edit option in Kodak Easyshare. Once I've clicked on that option, and balanced it, then I go to 'scene balance' and adjust the exposure and highlights for purer color and a brighter background. It's like I got new glasses that I can share with everyone!</div><div> </div><div>Here are a couple of my new listings, the orange/yellow pair of earrings are called "hello sunshine" (it's rained here for four days straight, and I was channeling some sunshine), and the green pair are called " s o o n" becuase I know that soon the grass will begin to green, the garden beds will have green shoots, and we'll be on our way to spring loveliness!</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-65405799583735064042009-02-12T09:30:00.000-08:002009-02-12T09:34:59.306-08:00where the wild things bloom<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1mA668yZoV_POXkI2f9ig-Wt5_ZwlBeoNE9XqO9FLzDHyS2qMxiA0Hu3-EWnF53M0XhALmo6Rb7s64EINiRL0mPCtiHc05xgxfGJCyAXvQyh5ZtHh46YBzpsv9QelJXGXxyXKdE2OAM/s1600-h/100_6987+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301964921946765650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1mA668yZoV_POXkI2f9ig-Wt5_ZwlBeoNE9XqO9FLzDHyS2qMxiA0Hu3-EWnF53M0XhALmo6Rb7s64EINiRL0mPCtiHc05xgxfGJCyAXvQyh5ZtHh46YBzpsv9QelJXGXxyXKdE2OAM/s320/100_6987+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a> Inspired by Natasha's Thursday Sweet Treat blog, 'where the wild things bloom'.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I used german style wire, lots and lots of swarovski crystal beads, czech glass beads, glass cube beads, and sterling silver ear wires. So fun!<br /><div align="center"></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-81164383825505414622009-02-10T21:36:00.000-08:002009-02-10T23:04:00.220-08:0025 random things - as posted on my facebook page1. In fifth grade, Mary (Vierling) Erangey and myself made up a dance to "Half Breed" by Cher, and did it after lunch one day in front of the class. Remember, Mary?<br />2. I can't live without coffee. I'm hopelessly addicted - close friends and family ask me how many cups I've had in the morning before they get into anything remotely serious with me.<br />3. During a show several years ago at a rural country bar in NC, the owner brought (snuck) a horse from backstage on to the stage in front of the drummer (who kept playing) in the middle of the third set. When our bass player (Mary) realized a very large horse was behind her, she jumped off stage into the people dancing with her bass in hand, at which point she was no longer singing, and it took me a moment to stop singing the harmonies and realize that we had been 'up-staged'.<br />4. I have learned how important being able to let go of what I can't control is for my general well-being, I thought I knew that, but I didn't... and I'm sure I'll say that AGAIN in the future.<br />5. When I was a girl and thought about marriage, one of my prevelant thoughts was that I wanted to fall in love with and marry someone whose last name didn't end with 'son' or 'sen' as so many do in Minnesota. I got married, and went from from peterson to hanson, and it's been one of the very best decisions I've ever made.<br />6. I got caught and into big, big trouble when I was 5 years old for charging the boys in my neighborhood a quarter each to see what 'it' looked like. I think I made seventy five cents, and then had to give it back.... I'm still an entrepenuer, but a bit more refined now.<br />7. I absolutely love New York City, specifically, Manhattan and would like to live there for at least a portion of my life.<br />8. I was saved from certain death by our white water rafting guide on the Upper Gaulley river on the first Class V rapids I had ever been on in 2006. When we stopped for lunch a few hours and 4 more Class V rapids later that morning, I wouldn't even take my life jacket off while we ate. Then I had to get BACK into the raft to finish! ps - I am still teased for not taking it off while on shore!<br />9. As I and my marriage mature, I am more and more in love with and in awe of the man I married.<br />10. When a group of childhood friends met in Los Angeles several years ago for a girl's weekend and attended an art festival in Malibu, I was mortified when Vicki (nee Berg) approached Dick VanDyke, who was minding his own business, and casually said, "Hi Dick."<br />11. My husband doesn't like flying in planes. He gets annoyed and cranky easily in that situation. He got ticked at me on a layover in Cincinatti a few years ago and left me (he had the tickets). I managed to find him when he was in the boarding line. It took the entire flight for him to make up to me.<br />12. I am a songwriter and a member of two songwriter's guilds, and a song of mine will be included on a spring 2009 compilation cd release of east coast acoustic artists.<br />13. My kids (two) make me a better person over and over - after I make a fool of myself - over and over.<br />14. I have remained in a close knit group of friends since the mid nineteen seventies. I'm amazed by them, and amazingly blessed with them, as well as all of those who've become so important to me through the years we've lived in North Carolina.<br />15. The quiet of the morning, with my coffee, journal and thoughts is among my most favorite times.<br />16. I once got 'locked' in the camp grounds in Carolina Beach State Park overnight with no tent searching for the rest of my family who left home earlier than I did for the beach. I had to sleep in my sexy ford festiva :):) ...turns out, the campground was full and they got a hotel room for the night... it was long before we had cell phones.<br />17. I got to see my son open for Jojo a couple of years ago, and had to hear hundreds of girls screaming his name... weird.<br />18. I've lived in the south over twenty years now, and still don't understand some of the idioms, accents, and meaning of phrases. Once a co-worker was talking about being upset with new slacks she bought, because, 'girl, when I put them in the dryer, they drew up!!!"<br />19. I miss the quiet joy of our family's cabin on Otter Lake in Wisconsin.<br />20. I was a junior in high school, singing at The National Cathedral in Washington DC with my high school choir when John Hinckley Jr. tried to assassinate President Reagan.<br />21. I am a big fan of national public radio, and listen to "A Prairie Home Companion" with wonderfully funny stories of 'lake woebegon' as often as I can.<br />22. Among my favorite-all-time books is Eat, Pray, Love, and anything by Diana Galbadon.<br />23. As I've grown older, I've tried more and more to stay true to my heart with love, compassion and creativity in more than one form. My spirituality and faith is ever-evolving, and though constant, it changes colors and reflects differently as I grow. If I have any lasting regret as a parent, it's that because I'm still seeking and searching, my example (to my children) was probably more confusing than anything else.<br />24. I am learning macro-photography, and I love it!<br />25. My social network is amazing, and I'm ever grateful for each you taking the time to read my indulgent random facts :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-78397986520178281622009-02-10T12:46:00.000-08:002009-02-10T12:53:37.737-08:00love you mama<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0ZtYoJ-h8Ldfyft_lwVj26nqOrP4k7fMCxOSyZ5cX7poQFZcPj_BM3cUVgcZviSvo8OlSKv1OaBQB93lFrXcJhtGqrPOfGi43WdOr1GDfMiVZ2naVYwDhkv1NFcg_BVbEZjtK7U-BrM/s1600-h/100_6997.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301273374134286658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0ZtYoJ-h8Ldfyft_lwVj26nqOrP4k7fMCxOSyZ5cX7poQFZcPj_BM3cUVgcZviSvo8OlSKv1OaBQB93lFrXcJhtGqrPOfGi43WdOr1GDfMiVZ2naVYwDhkv1NFcg_BVbEZjtK7U-BrM/s320/100_6997.JPG" border="0" /></a> My mama makes these amazing socks for herself, me, my sister, and my daughter... they're currently drying on the clothesline, and I couldn't resist taking a photo and sharing them with you :) Are you just a tiny bit jealous? They're beaded, lovely, warm, and much coveted... my friends try and figure out a way to have a pair :) thanks mama - love you!<br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-57297333583453546612009-02-10T10:17:00.000-08:002009-02-10T10:59:35.096-08:00csi and public internet complainingHello dear reader. Be forewarned - this may be a long post.<br /><br />And in case CSI is a new vocabulary acromyn for you - CSI: Customer Satisfaction Index is an internal measurement of how a company is doing the eyes of their customers.<br /><br />I've read and participated in an etsy forum thread this morning in which a seller who is a customer of a jewelry supply company was upset about an experience she's had. She complained in a forum - publicly - and named the company, and before she knew it, she was contacted by phone by the company to try and fix her problem. To her credit, at the time I'm writing this, she's made comments that she acted out of emotion rather than intellect and has learned a valuable lesson about the speed and reach of the internet - but the central issue remains; are we that far away from receiving good to great customer service that when we do it feels out of place and like an intrusion? Is it an intrusion?<br /><br />My reaction is that the customer got additional attention from the company she was unhappy with in good faith - however, she never complained to them directly - they became aware of her complaint and posting more than likely from checking their own web statistics and/or googling themselves. They called her on her home phone, which by the way, is also her business phone being that she works from home. They tried to make it right.<br /><br />I'll add the link to this morning's forum if you're interested, but for now, I find myself re-examining my own core values in relationship to my business(es). One of them is online, two are not, and one is 50/50 on and offline. I do a lot more face-to-face and telephone business contacting than I think this particular seller did, and I expect to use my client's words, facial expressions, body language, etc. to help to guide me through a successful transaction... in other words - I go much more by personal interaction than just by online communications. In the online world, which is a business world, have we gotten away from wanting any personal contact? Are we going to be satisfied with emails, and be upset when the phone rings?<br /><br />In the case of my etsy shop, it's more difficult to gauge my 'csi' except for positive feedback. I think if I had (luckily I haven't) received negative feedback, my first reaction would be to do whatever I could to remedy the problem and leave my customer with a good feeling about my business unless the customer was one of the very small minorty that is utterly unreasonable. On the other hand, I may well have unsatisfied customers that I am not aware of. What would I do if I found that they were? What do they expect from me? Interesting topic if your customer is a user name, address and email, without a face and some voice inflection.<br /><br />In the online business model I find myself re-examining my core values in light of the lively and varied opinions on the conversation in that forum. The bottom line is that it doesn't matter to me in that case who was wrong or right; moreover, how would I handle a situation in which I was made aware of a customer's dissatisfaction in a round about way? It's an interesting and provocative thought. My first inclination would be the most direct communication possible as far as what information I had on that customer - but it leaves unanswered the question of why the customer didn't contact me for satisfaction.<br /><br />I find in daily interactions that there is personality type that likes to complain to hear themselves talk rather than to find a solution to a problem, there are also those that would rather just forget about it rather than have to act in an assertive or even potentially confrontational way. These are the passive complainers - and forget that we're not as private as we think we are, in the den or the home office conducting business largely by a keyboard and mouse. I would be eager to fix a problem, but it needs to be brought to my attention in order that I can do something about it. I am also eager to have problems resolved, and happy when they are - I'm not sure how I would react to unsolicited service; I hope that I would feel pleasantly surprised.<br /><br />I think that the American Consumer, and I'm talking about all of us - has become so conditioned to mediocre to rude attention to a consumer problem that it's the norm. Good customer relations, and exceptional customer relations are far less prevelant in today's business world. We are surprised (and in this case, offended) at more attention and hands-on problem solving to the point that it can feel like an intrusion rather than a good faith effort at making right what was wrong.<br /><br />I would love to have your feedback on this topic - let's get the comment section going!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/forums_thread.php?thread_id=6037171&page=1">http://www.etsy.com/forums_thread.php?thread_id=6037171&page=1</a><br /><br />kerstinAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-8265517011285075822009-02-07T00:55:00.000-08:002009-02-07T01:12:02.855-08:00funny dogWe have shelves along a wall just beyond the foyer that hold mainly books. There are two baskets on the shelves though; one for keys and one for dog leashes.<br /><br />I moonlight as a bartender a few nights a week, and tonight was one of them, so I'm home (and up) late. As I ate a late dinner, my dog, Pete cried. For purposes of the humor value of this story, he is not allowed to be near the table, nor is he allowed to beg when eating is taking place. So, his persistence was at the least annoying; moreso, it was perplexing.<br /><br />I couldn't figure out what he was trying to tell me and he wouldn't let it go. I checked his water dish and rinsed and filled it - it wasn't what he wanted. He just looked at me very intently, as dogs seem to do when they want whatever it is that you can't seem to give them. I asked if he needed to go outside, and he RAN to the shelves, to the basket that holds leashes and stood on his hind legs with his nose almost touching the basket. I walked over there and realized that about 6 inches of one of his leashes was hanging over the edge of the basket, and he could see it. I don't know how long that 6 inches of leash tormented him...<br /><br />Pete wanted to go for a walk AT THREE FORTY FIVE AM. I giggled, then laughed - loudly - all-by-myself-in-the-middle-of-night. Then proceeded to tuck the end of the leash back into the basket.<br /><br />I did take him outside just now, but we <em>did not</em> go for a walk. <br /><br />Goodnight!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-31667777536204472532009-02-05T11:55:00.000-08:002009-02-05T12:04:50.314-08:00fun blog to follow'thursday sweet treat' on blogspot is dedicated to inspiring and creating a community of artists of all modalities - I'm in awe of it's creator: Natasha. if you have a moment, go on and have a peek!<br /><br />there'll be a new inspirational theme posted tomorrow, and it's a short time frame (5 days) to create based on the inspiration - then it's all shared the following thursday on her blog - so neat!!!<br /><br />http://thursdaysweettreat.blogspot.com<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thursdaysweettreat.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-50452186057666414892009-02-04T11:11:00.000-08:002009-02-04T11:20:11.789-08:00inspiration: poetic sea<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslwVVpukDMfTUOLcQ9uWigcYuR9FpdPVnFbwWgg6o2TLK7asahZDXM1Oa-uaXBUHzKv2W1oLOFbXHGDQ7mqijiiXfpClXT1A5u3X0mkVSMth6HemC3G-eSyy10MLqVTAS_wbymLn0QQQ/s1600-h/100_6851+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299022346962471090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslwVVpukDMfTUOLcQ9uWigcYuR9FpdPVnFbwWgg6o2TLK7asahZDXM1Oa-uaXBUHzKv2W1oLOFbXHGDQ7mqijiiXfpClXT1A5u3X0mkVSMth6HemC3G-eSyy10MLqVTAS_wbymLn0QQQ/s200/100_6851+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHkksJrsK2oYzLnyVE7bQDelQhdVs_JpjBVUR33JDEdJhhpWlRMROL94ZIh4ceSGzehB8wkJr597nU_O-tenmpCf-3CwCwGOPSSAPxvG_epQzfxFa2R82nwjY94R2v3J9ZdIPaj-54Ic/s1600-h/100_6860+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299022159412572674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHkksJrsK2oYzLnyVE7bQDelQhdVs_JpjBVUR33JDEdJhhpWlRMROL94ZIh4ceSGzehB8wkJr597nU_O-tenmpCf-3CwCwGOPSSAPxvG_epQzfxFa2R82nwjY94R2v3J9ZdIPaj-54Ic/s200/100_6860+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>'Poetic Sea' was the inspirational theme for the "Thursday Sweet Treats" blog that speaks to artists of all modalities to create from somewhere deep inside. I participated for the first time this week, and this is my piece; a bracelet of pearls with glass focal bead that invoked the ebb and flo, mood, and changing qualities of the sea. I think I shall name it, "Pearls under Glass", although I will retain the right to change my mind - as all girls should....</div><div> </div><div>At some point after tomorrow, you'll be able to find it in my etsy shop:</div><div><a href="http://kerstinhanson.etsy.com/">http://kerstinhanson.etsy.com</a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-26525903945959396872009-01-22T13:47:00.001-08:002009-01-22T13:48:36.451-08:00un-named as of yet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirT7GOgm2z3Dsf-fWEPzCEvRUilV4SSxcN1M87xM3l_Mg1i7Un7OPmQ_rODLOC6LLwKsk19L6xCUvPiwV9azFs3SycbclJSOvYxfnUWRVgcEtz1W_2VohKKsfrfUy30ozMzfkmHhxqJRs/s1600-h/100_6784+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294238239956750226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirT7GOgm2z3Dsf-fWEPzCEvRUilV4SSxcN1M87xM3l_Mg1i7Un7OPmQ_rODLOC6LLwKsk19L6xCUvPiwV9azFs3SycbclJSOvYxfnUWRVgcEtz1W_2VohKKsfrfUy30ozMzfkmHhxqJRs/s200/100_6784+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-21557611263808112292009-01-22T13:27:00.001-08:002009-01-22T13:30:37.538-08:00sparkling pink flamingo earrings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicfYfwX2thPGR0eS9BZxu_CdX7_TXRVz3elvLXZCCUp6ptajoILqEKzyawTNMKV4gNZM5_15H9fT3bar0eKIX4ajM1yZDvAs3dXbO7s66ASaOQeNrpC522YfXqmI-vc7WwwgohCBBTn3k/s1600-h/100_6773.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294233159030866562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicfYfwX2thPGR0eS9BZxu_CdX7_TXRVz3elvLXZCCUp6ptajoILqEKzyawTNMKV4gNZM5_15H9fT3bar0eKIX4ajM1yZDvAs3dXbO7s66ASaOQeNrpC522YfXqmI-vc7WwwgohCBBTn3k/s200/100_6773.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>these just make me happy :)</div><div> </div><div>I'm going to list them in my etsy shop in just a moment....</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-90290333574153858312009-01-20T12:43:00.000-08:002009-01-20T12:48:28.360-08:00mad face<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKWBPaihR-ttBSL_-Hu3uTI4jsbvw23McEhkdlnqvNVu63uE00aAiABfYZ3JV8hPoUyYDJF54_ugz7jIzYoEgTbqJhJ4FOAlDrVr2NWjEpB2D2gxsMPiKxvvyamE6HBDrb8LcEG61msM/s1600-h/100_6749+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293479907000109602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKWBPaihR-ttBSL_-Hu3uTI4jsbvw23McEhkdlnqvNVu63uE00aAiABfYZ3JV8hPoUyYDJF54_ugz7jIzYoEgTbqJhJ4FOAlDrVr2NWjEpB2D2gxsMPiKxvvyamE6HBDrb8LcEG61msM/s200/100_6749+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkg4U_yATuGmkZIAInXIkATTjP5GYmPsjgwTZj8Xr3Pg1O5HMyy3UO8GQglXzpBKkbJnhj-YYDxK5RHc7Y6eaCB1bt1GuPjPQQNdnCDT3_ilmy6rXguTmnzifd98kDaEP32zy98dJNCQ/s1600-h/100_6733+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293479595399150290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkg4U_yATuGmkZIAInXIkATTjP5GYmPsjgwTZj8Xr3Pg1O5HMyy3UO8GQglXzpBKkbJnhj-YYDxK5RHc7Y6eaCB1bt1GuPjPQQNdnCDT3_ilmy6rXguTmnzifd98kDaEP32zy98dJNCQ/s200/100_6733+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293479761664313090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKKPPazpkwneF3f7p0_lkJ1kkvOIJ818prJx4w3K8MMXsoHlqnc3KnNG_zxQUw4_n45MxitgSmqBTnsIAthyxFQMXcw_pgBCtGhphv2ckbKJVYsFDRe-I4lKqQRT4aiv_f5WIjnBO-ns/s200/100_6742+(Small).JPG" border="0" />Poor Pete, our adorable, lovable family dog had to endure a pedicure this afternoon. He is not typically grumpy - but after having to go outside and deal with snow up to his chest to do his business, and then this - he's been a tad bit put out today....<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-42991574626229831972009-01-20T12:31:00.000-08:002009-01-20T12:51:40.062-08:00snow day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid-Kmv1nupgn-ecr9qdRV5V8_gj_Nh2taiqLekuOSkb697N9uRZYsZ10mF4Fq_uYlROXF2gam_V25Ta0w58tF3oQ7YcQ1zUz35GVdz0Q9W6XAIJXMBumqJm2vGOwZW_aigzsZOzUOxGzk/s1600-h/100_6733+(Small).JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2KTjE1KM-zYRyZsQoZif6AHuD3sbdTBnXCRK1tFbtRhfWVHzb4TFXkKErxObWuquBmttpOzvdlqQGcI4lWFBt07YxvRj2TwGmgbr3i_6GQe0ZS6RSydPQn_tw6xNzBosYAQ_6hMcLU4/s1600-h/100_6720+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293478701068912514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2KTjE1KM-zYRyZsQoZif6AHuD3sbdTBnXCRK1tFbtRhfWVHzb4TFXkKErxObWuquBmttpOzvdlqQGcI4lWFBt07YxvRj2TwGmgbr3i_6GQe0ZS6RSydPQn_tw6xNzBosYAQ_6hMcLU4/s320/100_6720+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPbfjT7BzrA9bJqjHg5cBVnthcyaKi17yjhFcsz7p9fiu0CWt32EC691cp238ejbwIAHKcw-cXva3WixFdcxyINvduzcfQEQNzwUIlPg_P7S5BcZcycuSxNlZxjlzmy4hUzWNxcXvbxyw/s1600-h/100_6714+(Small).JPG"></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwzc3_gNYAQXpGDTq5KMVst6RdjLn6DD4mL6W_eWnXPU_202k36y34Z3d4-BVQgWTshIg3GTpADZ0qnoiAshdlAyhs734TqbtRpMrbuP5voGE-i5-lMkpHi4e6MhBomj6GDBvCV_c6JU/s1600-h/100_6703+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293476753991397010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwzc3_gNYAQXpGDTq5KMVst6RdjLn6DD4mL6W_eWnXPU_202k36y34Z3d4-BVQgWTshIg3GTpADZ0qnoiAshdlAyhs734TqbtRpMrbuP5voGE-i5-lMkpHi4e6MhBomj6GDBvCV_c6JU/s320/100_6703+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a> <blockquote><p>We had measurable snow last night into today... it's been 4 or 5 years since that's happened... so beautiful! Mat (my husband) got some great shots.<br />Our town is pretty much shut down... it's a snowday for everyone, and strange after growing up in Minnesota that a few inches of snow here forces everyone to slow down and enjoy it!</p></blockquote></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-66792059256803274342009-01-19T15:18:00.000-08:002009-01-19T15:37:09.924-08:00ListeningI was doing some errands this afternoon <em>listening to NPR, as usual, </em>and as usual, their programming is fantastic. All last week, as a matter of fact, I listened to 'the story' and 'this american life' among other programs and learned new perspectives on our collective history as Americans, particularly the stories of many black Americans who had the courage to speak out, go to jail, and in general, suffer the wrath of parents and other authority figures (not to mention prejudiced persons) to begin the process of some of what we're all experiencing now. For real.<br /><br />Today, though, I was listening to the entire speech that Dr. Martin Luther King gave in 1963, his "I Have a Dream" speech for the first time as an adult. It's different now then it was when I <em>had</em> to learn about it as a teenager, and radically different in the present, against the backdrop of Mr. Obama becoming President Obama tomorrow.<br /><br /><strong>I Had Goosebumps</strong>. <strong>My entire body shivered with emotion and my eyes began to well up with tears at 50 mph. I had to pull into a parking lot because my vision was blurred, and more importantly because I really had to</strong> <strong><em>listen. His voice, even in a recording some 40 years old, resounds with courage, conviction, hope, optimism and the knowledge that a day like tomorrow would come.</em> I was compelled to be there, in that moment this afternoon with all of my being. I wish that he was alive to be a part of this, can you imagine?</strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br />so today, I really listened - not just listened like I did in a social studies/history setting so many years ago.... I mean that today I listened with my whole entire body, mind, soul and spirit - and I am better, brighter, deeper, more luminous, more expansive and lighter because I really listened.<br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em></em></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-70159950156911134612009-01-19T08:08:00.001-08:002009-01-21T16:52:22.299-08:00in love with donuts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRLF8xHyI1wd1Ms5PvhVGti1b0C9eUTG0OkOONoPDPb3X6UV1pyh3-ZHw6TTU144RXVUL2s1Gt-EaCkpRW7NJ7e77fJMBnEN6qMofr1XzITWqXYC0MKYTMSwK1l2C8xCrDY64VHJODPk/s1600-h/100_6661+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037449608208546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRLF8xHyI1wd1Ms5PvhVGti1b0C9eUTG0OkOONoPDPb3X6UV1pyh3-ZHw6TTU144RXVUL2s1Gt-EaCkpRW7NJ7e77fJMBnEN6qMofr1XzITWqXYC0MKYTMSwK1l2C8xCrDY64VHJODPk/s200/100_6661+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcONmbc6HbCXNj5VSauqhFeOOKDuujnaFtkuC3VfuuRT6KZFRFtURjj1PDjLDutTbVHkGcdfzNt6aEgNCS_vsIQ2GsY58kh9nMyFxlMWZEHcx-pnAIdSEMp84PjLxlPv_dyh2kW7eCdYA/s1600-h/100_6697+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037572533795442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcONmbc6HbCXNj5VSauqhFeOOKDuujnaFtkuC3VfuuRT6KZFRFtURjj1PDjLDutTbVHkGcdfzNt6aEgNCS_vsIQ2GsY58kh9nMyFxlMWZEHcx-pnAIdSEMp84PjLxlPv_dyh2kW7eCdYA/s200/100_6697+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Just added to my etsy shop - in my <em>'life's a beach'</em> collection: </div><div align="center">... 'avocado moon' and 'framed in ivory' - </div><div></div><div>I think it's the year of the donut for me so far :)</div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-60427379970211210222009-01-16T15:04:00.000-08:002009-01-16T15:10:58.762-08:00sea-squared-inspiration<div>My daughter's friend Evan came to visit a few weeks ago, and brought along some of her new creations... and in the process, she gave me a couple of donut shaped beads made of hematite, I think, and I made myself some earrings that I love :) As a matter of fact, I'm wearing them right now!</div><br /><br /><div>My mission this week has been to find more donut shaped beads that inspire me, and after some amount of searching, I found some that really make me smile</div><div>.... new today... drum roll.... introducing:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3Az71z-Fn7UjbFzACGF0RL8tZK_3w97VtEkS0gyYrfTO_US7zsxb5G3quO_qmnzLBSF0XfESY6SUUcAJr3F3yXJ3NSqm5FQQPWWH1PiTCBJxQ1FJozR7AnxVrgId0aEOjXia8okl-Oo/s1600-h/100_6647+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292032274186589634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3Az71z-Fn7UjbFzACGF0RL8tZK_3w97VtEkS0gyYrfTO_US7zsxb5G3quO_qmnzLBSF0XfESY6SUUcAJr3F3yXJ3NSqm5FQQPWWH1PiTCBJxQ1FJozR7AnxVrgId0aEOjXia8okl-Oo/s200/100_6647+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292032104819886306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zF4XqhdCsnjTVeUYXthP8sCY_1E2QJSciZYApCjGtMvfIBqTdvvIeyYtx1Ji2jHOj0fWZGSfzpo3uEUbrqGgfoTTTZKANvVGqCwoz0-8w-oij8EOlrh0DeAqs_wOxO3sTC4A6TRUdAw/s200/100_6651+(Small).JPG" border="0" /> Sea Squared.... more new designs to come :)<br /><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719080000241218031.post-21939874429460501942009-01-02T23:57:00.001-08:002009-01-03T00:11:25.178-08:00checking inIt feels like a very long time since I've posted anything here. I miss writing when I feel too busy/rushed/involved in other things to stop and examine what I'm thinking about. I also have little tolerance for excuses for not doing something, particularly my own excuses.<br /><br />Instead of that, I will share with you that the time that I spent with family over the past couple of weeks was absolutely priceless. We connected, shared, laughed, cried and felt the joy that was present in our gathering to celebrate. <em>Random comment: if you have not played "Partini" - it's a board game - you really should rush out to purchase it, and then invite your family and/or friends over for a blast! It's a great game, and winning almost takes a second seat to the fun it is to play. </em>So, back to my earlier thoughts - each year we all go through things that we don't expect to, we learn things that we don't necessarily want to, and gain experiences that we couldn't foresee...<br /><br />There were a couple of kind of big things that affected all of us - a family member with a diagnosis of a brain disorder, and a marraige that came apart... Each of us has worried, prayed, rejoiced and cried... alone. The gathering of all of us provided healing, comfort, and the easing of anxiety when you see for yourself that one you love and worry about is in fact, doing well in spite of the burdens they've beared.<br /><br />So, hallelujiah for love and family. Hooray for hugs and laughter. Here's to whatever tomorrow has in store with a strength and a smile.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698406964732246761noreply@blogger.com1