The Woodsman

There’s a different sense of being, when one is a Woodsman.

Attention to detail, certainly, but it’s much, much more.  Awareness of surroundings, the slight sounds animals make, the shift in the wind, a different tang in the air.  Becoming one with the environment  on every level.

Fallen trees, dappled shade and lichen came to mind when I saw this cabochon.  It just needed a face to bring it alive.

A brooch with a Montana Butte Jasper cabochon, carved and dyed bone face, bugle beads and seed beads.


Sandy Treasure

How often does it happen, walking on the beach, letting your mind wander, when a little glint of something catches your eye?

Moving the grains of sand away, buried treasure is unearthed.  A wee bit of sparkle cast up from the water’s depth.

This brooch is once again using the hand dyed silk of Louise Noel, a lovely ombre yellow.  The color reminds me of pristine beaches.  A freshwater pearl focal sets the folded silk off, with small hematite beads scattered about.  Everything is finished with delicate picot edging.

Aunt Phoebe

She was your favorite Aunt, even though you always knew her to be prim and proper.  Everything done just a certain way, making it so.  Slipshod workmanship was not tolerated.  Nor were bad manners.

It wasn’t until she passed away, and the herculean task of clearing out the house fell to you that you discovered what caused that perpetual twinkle in her eye.

Under the eaves, the box of photos.  A very young Aunt Phoebe, cigarette dangling from her lips, astride her motorcycle.*

The colors of this brooch remind me of days long past, a bit musty but with a back story you wouldn’t believe.  The cabochon is rhodochrosite (or something like that, I think).  Dusky grey and peach seed beads complete the piece.

*This image is of Fay Taylour, who was a premier dirt track racer, holding speedway records in Australia, New Zealand and the UK during the 1920s.  She did not compete in women-only events, but open races with her male counterparts.

Falling Leaves

Another beaded brooch using the lovely hand painted silk from silk artist Louise Noel.

The silk flows through an apple jade donut, encircled with seed beads.  A little russet, still some green, it reminds me of leaves turning in the Fall, not yet sure if they want to drop from the tree or hold on for another day.

Can you hear them rustling in the breeze?


Every so often life gets out of balance and we feel like we’re rolling downhill at a furious pace.

One has lost the fulcrum – the element that plays an essential role in situations, activities, events.  That special something that keeps life balanced.

This brooch is my attempt to capture that feeling.  The cabochon is Apache Gold.  The face carved bone (not ivory) surrounded by a halo of bugle beads.  While this is a departure from my usual bright colors, I find the piece rather haunting.

That face stays with you – perhaps a talisman that all will soon be right.

Smoke and Ash

Sifting through the detritus of a fire. Smoke and ash still swirling in the air.  Looking for the remains of what once was.  Memories.  Mementos.

Inspired by images of the Camp Fire.  Dedicated to it’s survivors.

I want to say the cabochon is snowflake agate, but it’s not.  It’s some other amalgam – obsidian and something, I think.

Accent beads are 15° triangles and antique French nickel charlottes.


Doesn’t this horse look like it’s won the Triple Crown?  I think so.  In record time too!

A lovely ecru and tan cameo brooch embellished with all manner of seed beads.

The teeny tiny gold beads are 24kt charlottes, acquired ages ago from I don’t know where.  Not even sure I could find them again if I wanted to.

Maybe she’ll try a run at Ascot next year?