Morning melange...
Here is the piece into which the glass found its home. It came together so easily first thing in the morning. Maybe I should create while only half-awake more often!
Playing with the purses, color infusion! And, a quick film of the wren.
The colors are actually brighter than the film. Go to dalewayne.miche.com to see more about what John likes to call 'the most amazing bag ever.' These releases will be availabe on line May 1st.
I caught the wren in the previous blog making a run for it.
Lutheran world tour...
I pulled out this vintage suitcase that belonged to John's godmother. I love the color and like to use it to give my living room a sense of travel, but this time I was wanting it to reconfigure into a jewelry display for the new vintage line. Lo and behold, the oh-so-cool luggage tag is for a Hawaiian tour. Do I hear "Aloha" in our future?
In summer, time takes a rest too, let's party!
I finally organized myself for a fun cocktail party: Mystery Hostess! You get 10 tickets for coming, 10 tickets for every guest you bring, and ten tickets for every $50 you spend. At the end of the party I draw tickets for prizes, the grand prize being the hostess rewards for my party. Until July 14th Miche is giving away double rewards, so with the average party of $600, your ticket could be worth $200 in purse products and 6 items half-off! Miche bags are such a good value, that king of winner's purse would send you home with quite a stash. Hope you can come... I've got John lined up for his famous Pomegranate Martinis! (RSVP for a free Dale Wayne gift.)
Come incognito and I'll give you 10 extra tickets!
Feeding time at the zoo...
Zuzu likes her supper almost as much as I like mine. She defers politelty to Chloe. Not on film is her dart to Charlotte's bowl in the kitchen where she steals a few bites of our Aussie's kibble.
My dear friend's niece sings Christmas...
Uploaded on Dec 14, 2011
www.emmanuellelo.com
emmanuelle ©2011 Stoneagle Music
This Christmas, friends and family (disguised as musicians, producers and designers) helped my 12 year old friend, Emmanuelle, birth blind, to share her song with a few more people than come to pot luck and backyard concerts. It took 10 days, a lot of delicious energy and too many smiles to mention. We hope you love it as much as we do. Merry Christmas
Hard to believe an eleven year old wrote the words and music, pure magic!
Let it snow!
We ate at a little cafe in town that had a ceiling loaded with a variety of twinkling lights. John and I put up some colored light strands on our back porch to get that feeling, but it was a tad blah. I went to Lowe's to get some inspiration and decided we needed a little snow Florida style. The photo doesn't do it justice, nor does the broad daylight, but icicles and snowflake lights are hanging from the ceiling.
My ceiling reminds me a bit of a scene from one of my favorite movies, Strictly Ballroom. Now I feel the urge to hang some lanterns and streamers, and take up the Pasodoble.
Tabletop jewelry tour...
This is such a quality production. You can even see me with the flip camera reflectiing in the mirror.
Home for the holidays...
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Next, I made two wreaths for my front door. I love them, but James complains that everytime he opens the door is snows glitter. I told him it is an added feature, sort of like those grocery store brooms that smell like cinnamon. That is a bad example though, because I hate those brooms. Their scent is so overwhelming I feel gorged like those poor little geese in France.
Last Thursday, I went in for arthroscopic surgery with the expectation of being up and walking in a few days. Unfortunately, there were a few surprises lurking in and around my knee cap so I am on strict orders not to put weight on my left knee for 6 weeks. I have crutches, but they sent a wheelchair once I explained my propensity to walk into walls and trip over air. After a few near misses accompanied by yelps, I told John not to worry if I scream unless he hears a subsequent crash.
Yesterday, I tried putting lights on our tree, lurching through pine needles and groping to find a plug, while at the same time clinging to the sliding glass door. After haphazardly flinging the last length of pink LED lights, I broke into an exhausted sweat, plopped down in my wheelchair, and rolled away not noticing half the lights exiting with me, the cord having snagged on the brake of the wheelchair. I hopped to the garage refrigerator to grab a couple of sodas, then careened back into the wheelchair. That is about all I got accomplished yesterday: lit half of our tree and shook up some soda cans, but at least I managed not to injure myself or anyone nearby.
Zuzu is completely baffled by the wheelchair as is Charlotte. Charlotte is an Australian Shepherd, ever on hand in case there is a job that needs to be done. She doesn't know what that job is or how to do it, but she is ready. Thus far she has been 100 % successful at keeping the wolves away. Zuzu, on the other hand, is a big baby and tries to climb in my lap, sending me wheeling backwards until I hit a wall. Chloe, the terrier, is non-plused about the whole business. I suspect she would like to perch a the pillow in the wheelchair and have me wheel her around.
Once I am a bit more on the mend I want to work at my jeweler's bench. My latest designs are moving in a fun direction and I am excited to play with some new ideas. I am juxtaposing (as I am wont to do) blingy swarovski crystal chain next to gun-metal links and pyrite. Danielle and I are going to design her bridesmaids earrings using faceted hexagonal crystals I ordered from China.
All of our children will be here for Christmas, Danielle from Baltimore and Heather coming in from Massachusetts. I am really looking forward to the chorus of laughter that only happens when everyone is home. It's like a good wine, with notes and layers to it that create a delicious whole. And with regard to the glitter shake down with all the comings and goings at the front door, I say: "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."