Treasures.

I'm so in love with my new-old little white rusty table. Also, the gorgeous horse painting my darling dear brother gave me on his last visit.

In My Garden.

Spring has sprung, dear hearts! I hope your week is off to a beautiful start.

Much love...

Dressing Daisy Kutter.

Introduction

Hello, dear hearts. It's been a while, I know. I have a lovely way to get back into the swing of things. A guest post and a collaboration. This is about an artistic collaboration between my dear friend Kateri of Leaves of Glass and myself. The following post was written by multi-talented Kateri, please visit her amazing blog here. I could never put our thoughts into words more beautifully than she.

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Dressing Daisy Kutter

written by Kateri Morton

My wonderful friend Dennice makes brilliant, very sexy accessories with the use of yarn and needles. I make very sexy, kind of surprising jewelry with the use of pliers and wire. We share a similar aesthetic and inspirations, and are turned on by classic Hollywood glamour, rusty metal, liquids, Westerns, and accurate spelling. From time to time through our correspondence, our interests come together in a single idea, and we play it out in our two different mediums.

Some time ago, we both read Kazu Kibuishi’s graphic novel Daisy Kutter: The Last Train

and we were captivated by the stubborn, curly-haired heroine who embrasses bad decisions with a whole heart and a loaded gun. We were also impressed at how well accessorized she is, and that got us started.

For love of  Daisy Kutter, we designed two pieces: a mini vest with vintage lace accents and hardware embellishments by Fringe, and a choker and/or boot cuff in sterling silver, copper and vintage glass by me.

 Daisy Kutter Boot Cuff/ Choker by Leaves of Glass

 Daisy Kutter Mini Vest by Fringe

Together, they are perfect.

 

Both pieces will be listed today in our perspective shops, with more complete descriptiions. 

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Thank you so much for this post, dear Kateri!

xo  

 

The Peach Tree - Week 1

I cannot believe it's already that time of year again, dear ones. Spring is in the air! Our peach tree is waking up. Sleeping beauty has been kissed by her prince. Now begins my love affair with the peach tree. My weekly photos of her ever-changing beauty which I will share with you from time to time.

I hope you are enjoying your day, finding inspiration, giving love, taking time for yourself (so important!).

Don't forget to set your clocks ahead an hour before bed tonight if you're in the daylight savings zone.

Much love...xo

Travels with Ron.

 

Toledo, Spain

"Spent the day in Toledo. It was a neat old city. Started to rain on the way back but missed getting too wet. Hope everything is going well at home. One more full day in Spain and then off to Istanbul."

 

Blue Mosque, Istanbul

"Finished up my meetings today and will fly out tomorrow. It has started to rain so it was good that I got to walk around earlier. Next door to the hotel is a dessert shop. Have stopped by and gotten some very good baklava. Going to miss it. Not that I am counting but only one more week."

Weakness 

"Got into a bad habit of stopping by the dessert store next to the hotel in Istambul. They must have had 20 different baklava. They were not too sweet and very good." 

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Ron is in the midst of a three week business trip. Three weeks is a long time to be away. We miss him very much. It's also hard on him physically. Three foreign countries in three weeks. His body clock will be messed up big time. So far, he has sent me the above three photos. All taken with his phone. I think they're gorgeous. Those are his words in the quotes. Short explanations, but still. If he sends me any more pics, I'll be sure to share them with you. 

Until next time, dear ones!

xo

Fringe in Vanilla.

I have been busy organizing (I know, that WORD) my studio. It's very easy to become unorganized in the world of knit, crochet, yarn, thread, fabric, buttons, ribbon, keys...you get the idea. My studio is not a large space so I have to be careful or all forms of chaos will ensue. In January I inventory and organize. I sort through every nook and cranny. Every file. Every drawer and shelf.

Confession: I love to color code...well...everything. It's almost like a reward for cleaning my studio. I have no good excuse for this quirkiness except to proclaim myself a visual person. For instance, it makes me extremely happy to look at this photo taken earlier this week. Fringe in vanilla...I think I hear angels singing.

There may be more color coded photos in the future. It's irresistable.


Much love, and thank you for being you...xoxo

Pinecones.

Whenever we go to the pines, I come home with pinecones. Even on my frequent hikes, I run across them and bring them home. I have a thing for them, always have. As a child, I spent many an hour collecting pinecones. So I suppose it's only a natural progression for me to think of making some, in my particular medium - yarn.

So now. These two pinecones. One different from the other. I’ve fallen in love with them. Each one a labor of love. The cream pinecone is about 5” tall; the brown one is about 3” tall. They do delight me when I look at them sitting in their assigned spots.

When I began the process of making them, I thought it would be fairly simple.

It wasn't all that simple. It took several rewrites before I felt the pattern was working properly. A lot of time involved, and patience. I am very happy with the end results and feel it was well worth the effort. They do take a long time to make though. Did I already mention that?

I plan to make them in all different sizes. Different colors too. I am quite certain there is a small pinecone necklace in my very near future…Let me know if you're interested, dear hearts.


Much love...xo

The Chill Factor.

Coming soon to Fringe.

Only the coziest, warmest, softest,

most elegant and versatile oversized cowl

you’ll ever see.

In dreamy cream.

The Chill Factor Cowl.

It’s thick and snuggle-worthy.

A cowl that can adjust beautifully

to suit your fashion needs.

A cowl that converts to

a stole,

a hood,

a capelet.

For this cowl,

the harshest winter is translated into

an opportunity to shine.

It is armor against the cold.

Rustic, romantic.

Graceful, gorgeous.

Did I mention elegant?

An eye catcher.

The perfect showcase for your heirloom brooch

or modern sparkles.

Pin a fresh pine sprig

(or a red rosebud)

onto this cowl

and feel like a million bucks.

I envision this cowl

worn so many ways,

in so many settings…

at the top of a snow covered mountain

on the streets of a metropolitan city

or a small town Main Street

on a horseback ride

ice skating

a trip to the outdoor market

around a campfire

to a sports event

to a gallery

an outdoor café

a walk in the woods

reading in a cozy chair in a rustic cabin

down a country lane

lover’s lane

in a horse-drawn carriage

and on

and on…

Paris.

 

 {I didn't know it at the time, but Ron took a photo of me taking a photo of the ceiling in our Paris rental}

I have so many wonderful, sacred really, memories of last summer's trip to Europe. May I say a few words about Paris, dear hearts?

Paris: there's a reason why so many Francophiles exist.  I imagine there is nothing I can write about the city of light that has not already been written. I won’t even try. I’ll merely speak to my personal experiences.

The beauty of Paris inspired me. To find a way of capturing and recapturing the experiences, the sights, the feelings, the tastes, the light, the stirrings. I fell in love with my lover all over again and in a new way. 

The early morning light. The twilight hour. 

Every sight, every subtlety, positively demanded a photo, a written sentence, a sketch or even just a slow intake of breath and a smile.

It made me want to speak softly and slowly, to look my best, to remember every little detail. To move about in the city of light. To fall asleep and wake up in Paris is to feel a shift, a movement, an expansion…of my soul.

 

Four for Friday.

Here are four more stunning friends of a feather.

In shades of blue and green.

From a day spent at the San Diego Zoo.

 

I hope your weekend is filled with beautiful birdsong, dear ones!
Much love...xo