September 2008


marble pound cake with chocolate glaze

marble pound cake with chocolate glaze

Today I baked a cake to help a friend.  She is trying to raise funds for a worthy cause.  I enjoy baking but don’t do it often – holidays mostly.  But, I wanted to help because she is a dear and loyal friend.

I wil wrap each slice individually and put them in the break room at work.  People are grateful for home-baked goods and will buy them.  Real cake is much more appealing than the cellophane-wrapped, lifeless honey buns in the snack machine.  People deserve real cake.

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findings

findings

I have been putting it off for at least two weeks.  I love to buy beads, but it also takes pieces and parts like those above to turn beads and other items into finished jewelry.  I am running low and need to pause for a while to figure out what I am running low on, and write out and place an order.  I always put this off even though I need the items to make jewelry.  Either I can’t tear myself away from making jewelry (which is not logical because eventually I will run out and have to stop) or I am just plain running a mile a minute trying to do a million different things at once.

Doesn’t matter – I gotta get it done.

 

I got it done and this one is for me.  The third piece I made for myself in 2008.  And I am very happy with it.  I have not seen anything remotely close to this so I am interested to see how people respond to it.  I should go plan tomorrow’s outfit now and wear it out into the world.

My Torch

My Torch

It was not always that way.  For years, I wanted to learn how to solder.  I could not find a class in my area and the classes I could find were one night a week over 6-8 weeks in cities other than mine – not practical.  I tried doing so many things as substitutes for soldering and metal work, but none really satisfied me.  I tried to get into Penland a few years ago and the class was full; I did not get in.

A couple of years later, I found another class elsewhere that was not really what I was looking for, but at least it included soldering.  I was so excited to take the class and by the end of the first day felt like a remedial, soldering-impaired person with issues.  I did not find the class to be friendly and I struggled.  It did not help to be told how easy it was coming to others.  It did not help to be told that people with poor eyesight maybe should not take the class.  I finished the class as best I could and left with huge soldering angst.

For the two years that followed, I avoided working on metal and had to force myself to try it.  I approached it with fear and anxiety – not a place where creativity flourishes.  Not a place where shaky skills in need of nurturing and practice could take root and blossom.  And so I let it go and made the same kind of jewelry I always did.  And I knew there was artistic restlessness stirring around within me.

This year I applied for Penland again and was accepted.  This class provided not just the technical instruction I so desperately needed, but also a fun and supportive environment for learning, mistakes, exploration, and growth.  I can proudly say I am no longer soldering-impaired.  I love using my torch and miss it if too many days go by without using it.

I have been fortunate in that I have been able to learn many things somewhat easily.  Soldering definitely was not one of them.  Yet I persevered.  So what is the lesson in this?  To overcome fear and persevere?  To know how it feels so I can lend a hand to someone else who is having trouble learning something?  Or is the lesson to accept with gratitude the hands that were offered to me?

Audrey Bracelet

Audrey Bracelet

A friend of mine bought this bracelet for her daughter whose favorite color is orange.  Her wrist is larger than the size I originally made the bracelet, so I enlarged it at no additional cost to her.  We also gift-wrapped it and hope she is pleased.  Another friend’s son also loves orange.  He wants his room painted orange.  I think she will do it, which I applaud.  All of our spirits need a little freedom and bracelets that fit are a good thing.

I just got back from Trader Joe’s and as I was leaving, I was struck by the diversity of people there – shopping, walking in, heading out.  They were beautiful –  different ages, sizes, ethnicities, shapes.  Their hair and clothing – all so different.  It was a tiny and amazing moment.  One that all of those people – going about their errands – probably never knew they were a part of.

I never like filling out forms that have boxes for race.  Not that I am not proud of mine.  Rather, it bothers me that someone needs to know so badly that I cannot register for, apply for, participate in the whatever, without telling.  There just should be an “all of the above” choice.  I would choose it everytime to simply say that I am human.

These items have been sitting in a bag for almost a year now.  Sitting and waiting to be made into a fabulous necklace for yours truly.  At times, I can neglect myself when it comes to jewelry.  There are so many women walking around with awesome jewelry I made,  I should be one of them, right?  I promised myself I should do better.  I promised myself in 2008 I would make one item a month for me.  Well…here it is September and I’ve done two – one in January and one in April.  So, I commit to finishing this necklace in September – for me.

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