I know it seems like I open a new shop just about every year. First I had my gift shop Tangible Imaginings. Then I added Blue Daisy Supplies and its counterpart Blue Daisy Antiques. Both of these are idle at present, but I am getting ready to open the supplies in the next week or so. Now I have added Tough Girls which is a shop catering to gifts for women who need comfort. I will also be starting a blog here on WordPress at ToughGirls.org. I hope to discuss ways of healing, helping and coping. Lastly, in the not TOO distant future, I will be opening a shop called Pronghorn Designs which will cater to crafts made and sourced entirely in Oregon.
WHEW! Somewhere in between, I will be making things to stock these shops and maybe looking for a partner or two who have a similar vision.
My husband and I have taken on a quest to collect as many interesting rock samples as we can use from various sites here in Oregon. We plan to use these stones and any interesting wood we find as well, in our Pronghorn creations. A few weeks ago, we went in search of thunder-eggs. We found a well known spot, got out our shovels and stood there wondering where to begin. They say in rock hunting, if you don’t know where to start, you should dig where someone else has already been digging; so that is what we did. We were in dust up to our eyeballs, clamoring under old dead tree roots and eventually we came home with a bucket full of good candidates. Of course, once we got home, we realized that we had no way to cut into these incredibly hard stones and that is where we sit today.
Most of the thunder-eggs from the area we dug are red jasper. Some could be agate, but it is unlikely that we will find a geode amongst the heap.
Our next foray into stone searching will be for something a bit smaller and more useable. We will be heading out for a long weekend to collect Oregon Sunstone, a fiery form of Feldspar that can be clear as crystal or internally fractured with shades of the sun. In a rare case, you might find a bit that is greenish-gray and full of schiller. I can’t wait!!!
Every year, about this time, I try to make a trip to California to see my parents who live in Cambria. For those of you who do not know, Cambria is on the coast about half way between San Francisco and Los Angeles. It has a rocky shoreline that is known for it’s “moonstones” which are actually ocean washed pieces of quartz. The whole beach is crazy with agates and jade as well as jasper and smooth chunks of sandstone and occasional bits of sea glass.
My parents are both rock people. My mother is a geologist with a mind like a trap and a keen eye for spotting the unusual amid the piles of ordinary. She has collected lovely and odd rocks her whole life. Her favorites will always be those with at least one perfect quartz ring around them. She wears one around her neck that her father had mounted for her when she was a child. Even he knew her love of rocks was innate. My father is a geophysicists; a MARINE one to be specific. How rocks form is more his business, but he compliments my mother well when they are out and about staring at the ground and poking things with their toes.
The weather this trip was ideal. I drove the 700 miles there with my eldest daughter, Dsay and my aged Golden Retriever, Amelia. There has been a lot of smoke in the air from regional forest fires but the air in Cambria was clear, for the most part. In between spending time visiting, we went to the beach to collect what we could, allegedly for the new rock tumbler my husband had given me for our recent anniversary. Instead, i mostly collected rocks that are just perfect the way they are.
These are a variety of stones, from granite to jasper with some shell and sandstone as well. My thought is to arrange them into necklaces with perhaps a more interesting stone as the focal point, perhaps not. It’s hard to decide. They feel good between the fingers; cool and smooth; very calming.
While we were there, we also visited my favorite antique shop in Cambria. They have a wonderful collection of stone beads as well as stone specimens and ore samples. These beads I brought back as well. Maybe I will incorporate them into my stone necklace idea, maybe I wont. First, I need to unpack the boxes and boxes of stone specimens that my parents gave me from their own collection. I hope to share a few of those with you soon as well. Big things are coming! I can feel it.
I can’t believe it has been a year since I really posted anything on this site. I only meant to be gone for a few months but in the end it took us 8 months just to get moved. We had to clean out a 2200 sf house that had been continually occupied by three generations for 35 years. You can imagine, I imagine, the amount of junk that that many people can tuck away over that long a period of time. We (my family of 6) were by FAR the worst of our little group, I take full blame for 85%. It’s hard trying to find room to run a home business, especially since I have yet to determine what it is exactly that I do. It’s a bit of art, a bit of jewelry design and a lot of crochet, but if the sky were the limit, I would be making things 20 hours a day out of almost any and every material you can imagine. I have sewing supplies and clay and cloth and wire and rocks and buttons and paper and…..well, you get the picture. I’m a hot mess
So, all of that being said, I still do not have a studio in our new home. My husband, Steve, and I have been frantically building storage in just about every little nook and cranny and we even turned the new wood shed he built into a “temporary” dumping ground for my supplies. We have grand plans that change almost weekly as to what my studio (or craft shed as he likes to call it….Ggrrrrr) will look like. Do we need a full foundation or will gravel and blocks work? Do we want windows? Some make good lighting, too many and you lose wall space….how about shelves that cross over the windows? Back to the drawing board.
In short, I am very thankful to finally be moved and I will start filling in the gaps here more regularly. While you wait, here is a photo of my dream house.
When I was in college, one of my art professors was fascinated by juxtapositions. She loved pitting dark against light, strong against weak and most especially male against female. She loved playing with stereotypes as well. Once she restored an old Porche (a masculine symbol) and covered it in pink lace (a feminine symbol). She drove this car all over the country and got a lot of different reactions. Since them, I have also been drawn to these odd pairings and have experimented with them through painting and design.
One of my most successful (commercially speaking) has been what I call my “Tough Girl” jewelry line.
I have a number of ideas along these lines for paintings which I hope I can create once we move to central Oregon permanently and I have a proper studio.
Nature can be very inspiring. Every year, my husband and I go to Sugar Pine Ridge, about 20 miles outside of La Pine, and collect a few pine cones. It is like an Easter egg hunt for grown ups. You have to get there right after the snow melt if you want the newly fallen ones before mold and rot set in.
I am arguably the “Queen of the Cones”. I think it’s the boots that make this outfit, no?
Every summer in Central Oregon, we are plagued by at least one major forest fire; usually several. This season is off to an early start with the Two Bulls fire, just outside of Bend, Oregon, We knew something was amiss when the moon last Saturday night was glowing an eerie yellow. By the next day, the air quality was so bad we were nearly coughing all the way back to Beaverton! Of course, as is usually the case, this fire was man made. No word yet on whether or not is it arson, but given that it was two simultaneous fires, I have my thoughts that it was.
We just came back from a whirlwind trip to central, coastal California to pick up an entire wood working shop generously donated by my father (who decided to find new and less detail oriented hobbies).
What a trip! We drove down there (8oo miles) in two days from the Portland, Oregon area. After spending 4 days being stuffed with rich food and soaking up as much sun as possible, we drove back to La Pine in central Oregon in one day; 16 hours….whew.
The shop took an entire day to disassemble and pack and only about 2 hours to unpack and inspect.
It is not all reassembled or set up yet, of course. My husband already HAS a wood shop, so it will be a long process to decide what goes and what stays, but I am sure that in the next year or so, there will be lots of good things coming out of all this.
While I was in California, I took advantage for the rock shops and coastal shore lines and brought back a large number of new goodies.
You should expect to see a lot more in my shops these coming months as well.