Tanya Lochridge Jewelry

The 60s Revisited

2012-03-07T15:09:00.002-08:00

There is so much talk in the world of fashion about the 60s these days I decided I had to comment about it in some way. Yes, I can't lie (why would I start now?) I was in high school in the mid-60s. So if clothing and jewelry from the 60s is "vintage" guess that makes me "vintage" too! I have always thought of vintage as stuff from the 20s, 30s, 40s and maybe the 50s -- but now we can add a few decades to that term -- meaning that for me -- everything old is new again! Well, let's say all of my jewelry from that era is new again -- can't say that I am new again because we know that not to be true. I am old...but grateful for the years. When I was styling the new Kazuri black and white bracelet last week, I thought it looked fabulous with the red and clear Lucite bangle I have been harboring since the mid-60s. So in my signature way of stacking I layered these pieces and I liked the end result. I would have liked it as much in the 60s as I do today.

All of this 60s fanfare got me thinking about pix from my past. I pawed around a bit and uncovered a few from a very old modeling portfolio from the 60s. We used the word portfolio way back in the dark ages for what is now referred to as a "book". So...I decided to share one head shot here. Why? Not sure other than to prove to all of you that it's true; all things old do at some point in time come back around with a slight tweaking. Hair and make-up and yes, those are false eyelashes, with a bit of restyling would work today, no? What I wouldn't give to have those brows again but not too sure about the ever so intense look! How could I, at 15, take myself so seriously?

Fast forward to present day -- this is the first time in life that I have really felt my age -- I think it has to do with all of the fashion media attention around the 60s, a period in time when I felt I was at my physical prime. A few weeks back, I was sharing all of this with a friend in NYC and told her I was tossing around the idea of doing a side-by-side comparison with this pix and she shouted over the phone "do not do a comparison, aging is brutal!" I actually had a chuckle at her shocking reaction -- yes, aging in a world that is so focused on the "beauty of youth" is a bit brutal. But, all things considered, I am grateful for the years and the wrinkles and the creaks that come along with each and every year. After all, as my dad would always say "considering the alternative, growing old isn't such a bad deal." I must admit that I sometimes push to remember those words as I hear myself making my mother's noise while I heft myself from the Pilates board...or do something as simple as standing after a long period of sitting at the desk in the studio. And, while the 60s were very good for me in many ways, I'm glad they have come and gone and we are well into 2012. Life is pretty damn amazing...if we take the time to think about it. My mantra for this time in life -- "aging is a gift...and I am thankful for it every day."

Six Years and Counting!

2012-02-26T12:51:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's true. Six years ago I sat down and posted my very first blog entry. Back then the blog started as a way to showcase my jewelry designs since technology was slightly different in those days and an online presence and store was not quite yet in the cards. Fast forward six years and here we are -- all of this techno-stuff makes it possible for me to stay in touch with all of you -- from anywhere in the world. Isn't it amazing and, yes, baffling at times? I love it all. Well, maybe it's a bit more honest to say that at times I have a love-hate relationship with it! But most days...it's love.

What I didn't know all those years ago was that this blog would be a lifesaver, of sorts. It's no secret that I had a really hard time making the transition from my life in New York to my life in this tiny country community. For as long as I can remember, writing has always been a respite from the real world and it has always played a big role in my life. So, I naturally found that my blog had become a lifestyle journal of sorts, allowing me to share my daily life; and, in doing so, I have been able to let go of the angst I was feeling during my transition. I have continued along that "lifestyle" path over the years and enjoyed sharing bits and pieces with you along the way. At this moment in time, I see the contents of my blog continuing in that same direction. Sometimes posts will be about jewelry and how my little life revolves around the business of jewelry; and, at other times, it'll be about life...here and in general. (Ah, grasshopper.)

That being said, I hope you will continue along the path with me -- I love to know that you are following and picking up bits and pieces of who I am and how it all comes together in my life and my jewelry. I do believe that life is a very interesting & entertaining (?) adventure; and I have come to understand that it is the actual journey that counts and not the destination. I love that all of this technology lets me share life with you even if there are thousands of miles between us. I am so grateful and thankful that you have chosen to include me on your journey...it's been fun!

Saying Good-Bye

2012-02-10T14:07:00.000-08:00

Saying good-bye to a little spirit is never an easy thing to do; and today, Beatrix and I had to do just that. Tori, the little Cairn Terrier rescue, whose story we shared here, crossed the Rainbow Bridge today. While I know in my heart she is in a better place - healthy, out of pain and chasing squirrels to her heart's delight - doesn't make it any easier to accept that I won't see her sweet face or hold her in my arms again. While we knew from the beginning that she had a severe heart condition, it didn't stop my dear friends, the Becks, from adopting her; making the little pup a big part of their family. The Becks live on a farm, all fenced, so Tori was able to run with Missy (their older Cairn rescue) and Bea (my Cairn rescue), all day as a Cairn was meant to do. The Becks opened their hearts and did all they could to make sure that Tori (short for Tornado) lived a life that was rich and full. So, while it was all too short, the little scruffy pup had a wonderful life while she was here on earth.

She will be missed, that's for sure. When I held her on my lap last Tuesday I had a wave of sadness knowing it would be the last time I felt her little heart working so hard. Of course, I cried, because that is what I do. In her infinite wisdom and with a heart of gold, she turned and did what she could to comfort me, kissing my tears away. I know, some would say that she was just a dog, but in my heart and in Bea's and the Becks', Tori was a special spirit who touched our lives in a very special way. She will always be a part of who we are and we are grateful for that.

Under the Tucson Sky

2012-02-02T14:06:00.000-08:00

Yes, I said Tucson, as in Arizona not Tuscan as in Italy! I'm still here at the big Gem Show and enjoying every minute of it. Yes, I love all the rocks and gemstones that I see; but one of the things I think I might enjoy the most is the wide range of people that I meet. For many of the vendors in Tucson, this is the only gem show they participate in throughout the year. People come from around the globe to sell and to buy rocks, minerals and gemstones in all forms, shapes and sizes. Today I talked with people from Madagascar, Peru, Mexico, Brazil, Hong Kong, Australia, Afghanistan and Oregon. Yes, a gem cutter who lives just four hours from my home, but I had to come to Tucson to meet him! That's the wonder of this place -- the unexpected is the norm. I came across the cutest little girl in a pearl vendor's booth who was lost in the world of an iPad2. In order not to disturb her, I kept my distance and watched with amazement, I might add, as her tiny three- or so-year-old fingers worked their magic on the screen. It makes me wonder what her life will be like in 20 years -- will she be a fashion blogger, a jewelry designer or an attorney. Will the world of blogging be so old school that it is only mentioned in the history of this thing called social media. How small will technology be or will it somehow be implanted in some part of our body? Sci-fi, I know...but it's a thought.

Most of the booths in the venues I shop look similar -- tables and tables and walls and walls of gemstones in every shape and color. Not a lot of hoopla just a lot of stuff! But, every once in awhile there is one booth that stands out from the crowd. Case in point -- this company makes jewelry built around bits and bobs of vintage jewelry, lace and fabric. Very interesting -- which is quite apparent in the overall design of her booth. I don't go to the big AGTA show -- which is full of glamour and glitz and the one show that garners most of the media attention. In the past, I have walked the show...and the booths there are "designed" and in my mind, look very commercial and lack some imagination. I know it's a personal preference thing -- but I guess I favor the indie vendor trying to make a dent in a huge industry of made up of a lot of "big guys." So, I continue to shop the smaller less commercial venues and relish the international nature of it all. That's it for today -- but stay tuned there is more on the way.

Tucson Day One!

2012-01-29T14:28:00.000-08:00

Well, it's not officially day one...since that would have been Thursday; but I figure I am close enough since this is my first official post from Tucson. If you didn't know -- I'm at the Tucson Gem Show scouting lots of new things for upcoming designs!! Along with that, it's a time for me to enjoy time with my niece, meet up with old friends and eat way too much good food. Creature of habit that I am, I have a schedule of the different venues I want to visit (there are 43 official venues) which seems to work for me. i am pretty much on sensory overload while I am here, like a kid a Disneyland all sugared up and over-stimulated, so I have to keep pulling myself back to center so I can focus on finding the things I need. Not an easy task at times. Friday we walked the JOGS show -- which consists of mostly finished jewelry but also houses a few of my favorite vendors for silver and turquoise. I know, I don't sell my designs made with turquoise, since they would just be over-the-top expensive; but I do always like to look to see what I might "have" to add to my collection. As you can see, there was lots to choose from this time around -- all of the beads in the pix above are from American mines -- and I just captured those in the high blue strands; since that is my favorite.

I can only look at finished jewelry for about three hours before I glaze over and it all starts to look the same. I am always so tempted to buy one or two finished pieces...but truth be told, I have such an enormous collection after all the years, that I really work to exit before I crack!! On the way out, there is a vendor who has the most glorious geodes and collector-type pieces. This amethyst geode was just one of hundreds for sale. Beautiful and quite grand standing about three feet tall. The light just dances off the crystals inside this "rock." It boggles the mind to know that all of these pieces have been shipped from around the world to this one location. Quite the task. But I am happy for it...as it lends me the opportunity to enjoy the gifts of Mother Nature each and every year.

Sometimes I Don't Like Blogger

2012-01-23T09:17:00.000-08:00

Why oh why does the formatting have to be such an issue for me on blogger? Case in point, my last post. Try as I might to get all the images lined up on the left side of the entry -- one or more tend to jump around at will. Preview looks fabulous but when I publish, it all goes to hell in a hand basket! I will figure this out at some point...in the mean time...please overlook the zig-zag nature of the post! Thanks.

Opulent Gemstones or Rocks in my Head?

2012-01-22T14:32:00.000-08:00

Honestly, sometimes when I am working in the jewelry studio I think I am nuts. Why you ask? Well, let's see: is it normal for a person to actual gasp when she sees a piece of pietersite? Does a sane person swoon over kyanite or labradorite? Does a woman with even a modicum of commonsense get giddy over a pile of rocks? To tell the truth...I'm not sure. But I do know this - what other people might see as just rocks, I see as opulent opaque gemstones in so many varieties that no one person has counted or seen them all!

I'm not quite sure what the draw is for me. I do marvel at the fact that many of these "rocks" are millions of years old. Millions -- as in 35 to 50 million -- and in my mind, that's amazing just in itself. Does my obsession with these stones have to do with the beautiful colors and patterns that are unique to each and every one? Am I captured by the fact that these gemstones were created by the most talented of artists...Mother Nature herself? Is it the energy I feel when I touch them, hold them in my hands and work with them? They say the energy of the artist is passed through the stones -- so maybe in some way I have the good fortune to touch Mother Nature's hand or maybe her heart, when I work with her gifts. To tell you the truth, I don't think it is any one thing. I believe it is a combination of all of these things -- mind boggling at times. When I hear someone jokingly say "but Tanya, it's a pile of rocks" I secretly cringe inside. The comment baffles me and sometimes makes me wonder if I do have rocks in my head!

Luckily, I don't have anyone in my circle that really feels that way -- although, I have heard it said in other places. My truth is this - when I hear back from all of you telling me how much you love each and every piece, how smashingly beautiful the gemstones are, how you get a sense of calm when you wear each piece or how you chose one of my pieces to wear on a very special day in your life or give to someone dear to you, it makes my heart sing. To know that we share a love for something as basic as a rock and that we enjoy beautiful jewelry that captures the essence of the stones is a wonderful thing. I do also know this -- when I see a rock of any type, I treasure it. It is filled with life and all things that came before - so treasuring it is the least I can do. When I started using these opaque gemstones in my jewelry designs all those years ago, I am not quite sure I understood the energy behind it all. Today, I do "get it," I do understand the connection and it warms my heart to be able to share it all with you. It's my hope that you too will come to see opulent gemstones and not just a pile of rocks.

Bottom line? It's your decision. Opulent opaque gemstones or rocks in my head? I hope you take some time to scout around on my site and perhaps, before that you may have been thinking "rocks." However, just maybe, after spending a few minutes or a few hours sharing my passion for these stones, you might come over to my side. Trust me -- it's not a bad place to be -- totally in awe of the talent of Mother Nature and loving the beauty and the energy found in these beautiful gemstones.

What Story Will You Tell?

2012-01-15T19:05:00.001-08:00

Unique or ordinary? Have you noticed that people tend to compliment and ask about the jewelry you're wearing? When it happens, and you know it will, you can respond with an "oh, thanks, it's plastic and I blindly picked it from thousands just like it at Brand-X department store just down the street." Well, that's exciting, right? I'm thinking...not so much. Now, let's rewind and look at the situation a little bit differently. Wouldn't it be much more fun to respond with a unique and interesting tale about the piece under observation, especially when the compliment comes from "the cute guy" standing in line next to you waiting for his venti Americano? (Interesting side note: no sugar, no milk, no froth...manly man. I'm guessing that just maybe you've noticed him before.) Now, as smart girls, we know that the interest in your jewelry is simply a ploy to strike up a conversation with you and since you are definitely interested in exploring "Mr. Venti Americano" formerly known as "the cute guy" you're quickly tapping through the iPad in your mind, searching for a response much more intriguing than a simple "thanks, it's plastic and looks just like the one on that really cute girl over there and on that tall, svelte woman behind you. It's nothing special really."

So, here's where it gets fun. If you were wearing a unique and somewhat unusual design from the Tanya Lochridge Jewelry Collection (yes, that would be mine!), you could say that you are one of only two or three people in the entire universe to have this exact piece. And, there you have It, the beginning of a beautiful friendship. What? You expected me to give you the entire script? Well, I am not going to do that since I know you/re creative enough to carry on a flirty conversation that starts in the coffee line and then moves into the elevator where, if played right, he'll discover the floor on which your office is located and then...well, you'll just have to wait and see where it all goes from there.

Since it all starts with the jewelry, here are a few ideas that I've styled to get your off and running. You'll find about two hundred more interesting designs at my site, so sit back with your "lucky" espresso macchiato and do a little browsing. All images are clear and descriptive so you know exactly what you are looking at and buying. (Noted: pet peeve #1) Oh, and if the boss happens to step into your office to see what's up with the new project that's due next week...ask her to join you in a little click-shopping first while you tell her about "Mr. Venti Americano" and then, when all is said and done, you can bring her up to speed on the other new project that you will complete ahead of schedule! You know, the project that you do to pay the rent...can't totally brush that aside now can we?

In my mind, jewelry should never be ho-hum, ordinary nor expected. It's true, women from all walks of life and all corners of the globe (honestly, how can the globe have corners when the very nature of the word "globe" means round? I never quite got that saying and yet, here I am using it.). Well, back to my point about women -- they have been adorning themselves with jewelry for thousands of years; and, I'm willing to bet that they didn't do it to look like every other woman in their circle. In today's world it's tough to make personal connections -- and I'm talking "personal" as in without the use of some electronic device -- so it works in your favor to do what you can to get noticed...in a good way. Think about it -- do you really want to have a flirty conversation with a guy whose opening line is "hey, great cleavage" -- oh, I hope not. As much as we don't like to admit it -- our appearance speaks volumes before we ever utter a sound -- so why not let people know that you are an interesting and unique individual through the jewelry you wear and the unique way you style it? Somehow I think the story you tell will be quite entertaining...can't wait to hear it!

The Touch, the Feel

2012-01-09T13:52:00.000-08:00

The touch, the feel...no, surprisingly I am not talking about cotton. You're probably thinking "come on it is jewelry and it is all about the look, so what's with the touch and feel stuff." Well, while the look is important, for me jewelry serves another purpose. You see, I am a "fiddler" -- no the kind of fiddling associated with a musical instrument; but the kind of "fiddling" that happens when my fingers have to be busy. I've never been able to sit perfectly still -- no matter the location (frequently to the dismay of those in close proximity). I can't help it, I have busy hands and I am an annoying foot wiggler as well -- so I doodle and I knit and I wear jewelry all while wiggling my foot. Be forewarned - you might not want to sit next to me on a flight and I am okay with that!

So, I say "let's hear it for jewelry" -- it is an acceptable way to deal with fiddling. It's no secret -- I love big gemstones and big jewelry made from those gemstones. If you know me, you already know that. But, I'll pretend that you have no idea who I am and we'll go from there. Call me crazy but not only is there something about the way the gemstones look, for me, oftentimes, it is about the way they feel. Always cool to the touch and, depending on the cut and faceting, in most cases there is a smoothness about them that can't be copied in plastic or any faux material. I know that when I wear a bracelet made from bolder gemstones, I spend a lot of time fiddling with it. Not in that "I can't wait to get this thing off my wrist" kind of way, but in a calming almost meditative way. I know, I know -- it's just jewelry right? Well, clearly not for me. It seems that I use jewelry for more reasons that just mere decoration.

There is much lore around the powers of gemstones, and, quite frankly, the rock geek in me loves learning all I can about rocks and minerals. I do believe that they carry the energy of Mother Earth -- of all things that came before. Now could they not? It is this thinking that drives me to showcase the gemstones in both simple and complex designs, allowing for the stones to look beautiful and providing a touchstone, of sorts, for you the wearer.

I'm hoping you get the point I am working so hard to make here. Just think of the worry beads you find in Greece -- beads that men, women and children hold and "fiddle" with throughout the day. Knowing that people around the globe are holding on to beads at this very moment makes me feel better. It confirms that somehow my "fiddling" with jewelry is not an unusual behavior; in fact, it is quite normal...right?

2012? When Did That Happen/

2012-01-02T19:10:00.000-08:00

Hard to believe, but here we go...a new year at hand. 2012...2012? How did that happen? At times I feel as if I am stuck in a time warp. While I think I keep up with the latest, I know that I cling to the past in many ways. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just what I do. To a certain degree, I think my environment spurs my longing for things past. You see, I live in a mid-century house. Well, to me it would be a tiny house built in the early 60s but to a designer it is "mid-century!" Along with the hideous avocado green flooring in the kitchen and bath that coordinates wonderfully (!) with the avocado green appliances, sinks and tubs there are lots of little reminders of what life was like back when the house was built. Times were simpler then...I think. That cute little wood box in the upper pix to the right is fastened into the wood that sides my front door. The second pix shows the inside -- a little note pad and pencil. I love this little reminder of the days when people stopped by and if the residents of the house weren't home, they left a little handwritten note. Yes, times were such in those years that, as kids, we left the house in the morning and didn't talk with our parents until we came home late in the afternoon. Somehow we managed to live through it all. I do understand that times are much different than they were when I was a kid and that it is important for people, especially kids, to touch base for safety; but at times I wonder if we haven't gone to far with it all? In a strange way, I am more connected to lots of people, but in a very disconnected way. The nuance of face-to-face conversation is missing. But...then with an addition of more technology I could have face-to-face. But that's a story for another day.

Don't get me wrong. All of this techno communication wizardry has made it possible for me to have a jewelry biz at which I sell beautiful baubles to clients around the world. I love that! Along with my site, as you know, for the biz of jewelry, I also communicate through facebook and late last year I added Twitter to the mix. While I find it all fascinating and fun, it still feels a bit overwhelming. Living in this tiny little community in the Pacific Northwest, I love that I can connect with others around the globe. One of the things I loved about life in NYC was the immense diversity I encountered every day; along with the energy of the streets. Living in this part of the world, that energy and diversity are the things I miss the most. So being able to connect with people from all walks of life, even in a remote way, is fun for me. At the same time, I find it a bit innervating to constantly keep up with Tweets. I know, I am an old dog; but I want to think that I am capable of learning new tricks...it just might take a bit longer than it did when I was a girl! For me, the best solution has been to think about Twitter as the hallway in the office. People pop in to comment about some bit of life and I respond in kind. Most times it's silly -- but at times it's a word of encouragement or gratitude. As we move into the new year, it is my hope that I make the adjustment to all the techno stuff a bit smoother. While I fought getting an iPhone for years, now that I have it, I don't know how I lived without it. An iPad2 is next on the list...and then I will stop with all the techno stuff...I think. I do know that I will never give up the joy and the magic I experience when taking pen to paper -- yes, an actual pen with ink and paper from a tree. So, don't be surprised if you see me walking and jotting down a note at the same time -- while all this technology is amazing, please let me stay in the "old days" at least a few minutes of every day.

A Birthday Gift

2011-12-12T15:26:00.000-08:00

Earlier today, I took a break from the studio and ran to do a few errands, one of which was stopping in at a huge store to pick up necessities like toilet paper and paper towels. Needless to say the place was packed with people and baskets piled higher than high, many people had two baskets in which they were piling things. It’s no secret, I do not like to shop…blasphemy, right? But, I don’t. Perhaps that is why I have a penchant for online shopping. The one exception, I love to shop for fabric...and rocks. Sorry, I’m just not a shopper at heart. Too many choices and sometimes it’s all overwhelming to me. I had finally reached the last item on my list which should be easy. Ice cream. Do you know that out of what seems like 3,000 ice cream choices no one makes a plain old vanilla with chocolate chip anymore? All these fancy flavors with nuts and stuff – and all I wanted to celebrate my birthday was some good old-fashioned chocolate chip ice cream. Finally -- I did find a Breyer’s (oops, I forget it is called Dreyer’s in this part of the country) container, stuffed way in the back of the giant freezer. I tossed it in the cart and ventured over to check out so I could head back to the sanctity of my quiet little studio.

I found a line that was short by comparison, so quickly tucked my cart in behind three young women, who were pushing carts filled with sleeping bags. Not sure, but they probably had 25 or more rolled tight in their carts. Curious George that I am, I had to ask. I discovered that they were donating them to a few homeless folks living in Salem. During our brief chat I learned that they are nurses and work with a nonprofit group of medical and non-medical professionals who offer assistance to people in need. Their organization is Without Strings (http://www.withoutstrings.org/). I said goodbye to them and finished my checkout, piled my now seemingly senseless items back into the cart and pushed my way through the crowds out to the car. By now you know that I am one who believes in serendipity and no, not just the great little restaurant in NYC! I believe that things happen for reasons…like getting in line #9 and then meeting and chatting with three young girls (women really but these days everyone just looks so damn young to me) who were buying sleeping bags so a few people could be a bit warmer in the bitter cold. On my ride home, I thought about the many numbers of people in the world today in need…and not just at this time of year. I was reminded of how important it is that we open our hearts to do what we can to lend a hand to someone who is less fortunate; and, most importantly in my mind, is that we do it all without judgment.

At first, I chastised myself for the silliness of quibbling about the lack of ice cream, and for buying dog cookies and a few toys for dog friends; but the more I thought, it isn’t about taking away what I have at any point in time. Not at all, it is about sharing, in whatever way I can. Today, I sent a donation to Without Strings, because I wasn’t thinking fast enough to pull some cash from my pocket when I was talking with the girls. Sometimes, I think we get lost in the “well it’s such a small gift” thinking that we just put it aside. Having worked with many non-profits and even having founded one myself (Kids Make it Happen, Inc.) I know better. Even a small gift is better than no gift. So, this year, I encourage all of you to remember how fortunate we truly are to have the lives that we do – and as part of our gratitude, I hope you will reach out to someone a little less fortunate. This year, for my birthday, I gave a gift of warmth in the way of a few sleeping bags. While it seems like a small gift to me…to someone else it is bigger than big.

World AIDS Day

2011-12-01T11:26:00.000-08:00

It was on this day, in what now seems like a hundred years ago, that the Tamarind Foundation planted the first Hope Garden in a small park in the financial district near the World Trade Center. Rose bushes were donated in the memory of loved ones who lost their lives to AIDS. It was a sunny but chilly day but that didn’t stop the volunteers and the kids from neighboring schools from coming out to support and help in the effort. Along with the Hope Garden, in the matter of a few years, the Foundation specifically created rooftop gardens at the homes of people living with AIDS, including the Terence Cardinal Cooke Healthcare Center and the Incarnation Children’s Center. While the years have passed and the lives of many have changed, one thing remains constant; HIV/AIDS is still a reality. World AIDS Day is held on December 1st each year and is an opportunity for people around the world to unite in the fight against HIV, show their support for people living with HIV and to commemorate people who have died. I hope you’ll find it in your heart to take a few minutes to learn more at the World Aids Day site and you can also learn more about the Incarnation Children’s Center by visiting their facebook page.

Thanks & Gratitude

2011-11-23T13:27:00.000-08:00

For as long as I can remember, Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. I think it all stems from the fact that this holiday, unlike others, is nonexclusive in nature. Everyone from all walks of life, no matter their beliefs or background, gets to join in the festivities. Over the years I've been really fortunate to share this day with a mix of family and friends around whatever table I happen to be sitting. For me it's a time to share fun stories, memories and joy. It is also a day to remember the people who have touched my life in ways that are immeasurable. Earlier today, I was working in the studio and tossing around ideas for this blog entry in my mind. I glimpsed back in time at one of my best Thanksgiving days ever. It was unexpectedly spent with Sharon and Barbara, both life time sister-friends that I have known since I was about 13. (Well, Sharon and I have been in each other's lives since we were both 10.) From the first day I walked into their front door, Barbara's family has always welcomed me into their family with open arms. No conditions...just pure acceptance and love. And, I am very grateful for that -- even after all these years. As a kid, especially going through those tumultuous teen years, I think acceptance and love are high on the list of things we need to soothe our soul and I was no exception to that truth. Luckily, for me, I found what I needed in a few "families" and Barbara's family was one of those. It's hard to describe the exact feeling I had that holiday so many years ago when Joe, Barbara's dad, sat down next to me on the ottoman, hugged me and quietly said "you have always been a daughter to me and I love you." His words were so sincere and his hug was so warm. I was in my mid-30s then and even after all the years I still feel the hug and hear the warmth; and I will forever be grateful that Barbara was generous enough to share her family with me and that they all so openly took me in at a time when I needed it most.

So you see, that is just one of the many wonderful memories I have of the holiday. Luckily, my list is long and full of memories that include very special spirits who have joined me in this life. With that being said...I want to let all of you know how grateful I am that you allowed me to share your lives, past and present...and perhaps future. Over the years, I have met so many wonderful and unique people and I am very thankful for them all. My wish for you, not just for the day but for always, is that you are healthy and that you have lots of laughter and joy. I know that I have those things because of all of you. So thanks so much for all of it! Now, would someone please pass the dressing?

From There to Here

2011-11-19T11:32:00.000-08:00

It's no secret -- the move from New York City to this little tiny town in Oregon took quite a bit of adjustment on my part. After several years, I think I have finally settled in and don't have the overwhelming discontentment I felt in my earlier years of Oregon living. While I do miss so many things about my life in New York, with friends being at the top of the list, for the first time in years I feel okay knowing that I will probably not be returning to the City to live. I know you are probably thinking that I am nuts. Well, I am nuts, but aren't we all in one way or another? You see, I don't like change, especially when it involves my home. So the fact that Bea, The Wonder Cairn, and I are settled and comfortable in this tiny little "mid-century" home (with all of it's ghastly avocado green appliances and sinks) makes me happy.

As a way to make my adjustment a bit easier, I jumped into the history of the area. A history buff at heart, it has been fun for me over the past years to see and learn the amazing stories that made this particular area what it is today. Yesterday, on my trip to Dundee, which is in the middle of wine country here, I stopped to read a historical marker that I have passed several times before, always saying that next trip I will take time to stop and see what it says. Seems the marker is located on the site of the Willamette Post which was established in December 1813 by employees of the Northwest Company, a Montreal-based fur trading company. The fact that it was rainy, windy and just 36 degrees as I stood reading the marker, I was once again in awe of the hardy people who called this area home more than 200 years ago! 200 years! The post was also known as Fort Kalapuya and was a site for trading with the local Indians. As more French-Indian families inhabited the valley, the two-room log cabin became the home of one family in 1830. As usual, a little discovery leads to a lot of research -- so moving on to learn more about the Kalapuyans. I guess the bottom line in all of this is the lesson that no matter where I go, I will find happiness and contentment -- it's not so much dependent on the "place" as it is about me.

How Do I Love Thee?

2011-11-12T11:28:00.000-08:00

Let me count the ways. It's the best way to spend a Saturday morning...playing with jewelry. Thank goodness I have a business that I absolutely am head-over-heels in love with -- otherwise, I would be sitting here complaining to you all the time. Now, that would be fun, right? I was posting a few new pieces to the site this morning which, as you know, usually includes pix of different ways I like to style the piece. It hit me today that the options are limitless, really, limitless. I thought it would be fun to show you a few ways I styled one of my favorite styles -- the soft bangle. The one with mother-or-pearl and smoky quartz shown above looks terrific and quite "of-the-moment" stacked with two vintage wood bangles. I wish I could remember where and when I got these bangles -- but it's a blank. I just know that they have been in my collection forever...and that's a long, long time!

And, in a similar fashion a different soft bangle loves to play with some of the same wood bangles and it is really happy stacked with a brass croco number below. The fun thing about jewelry is that there really are no rules. I say, break out of that box and wear what you want when you want! It's that easy. Play with your jewelry, stack and mix to your heart's delight. It's not rocket science...if you don't like a look, change it up. You really can't make a mistake. Most importantly, remember to be confident in who you are and the choices you make. Not just in jewelry...but in life as well. Nothing says style, like a gal with confidence!

So that being said...I'll get back to the task at hand here in the studio. Yes, I know it's Saturday...but you see, jewelry is my life, I suppose. Not such a bad thing...at least not in my mind. Have a super weekend and I'll do the same right along with you.

Veterans Day -- Remembering

2011-11-08T15:57:00.000-08:00

Today we take time to honor the veterans who served in the military to help protect our right of freedom. My list of people to thank and remember, is long, but it always starts with my dad, a World War II veteran, who served in the Navy and was stationed on Iwo Jima. I remember seeing his pictures from there and hearing his tales about his time during the war. As a young kid, I didn't quite grasp the seriousness and danger of it all -- but as an adult, I treasure my memories of his story-telling. While most of those pix got lost in the shuffle of moving, I savor the few things I have of his from that time, including a few letters he wrote to my aunt (his younger sister) with his cartoon drawings and handwritten stories. I imagine that the cartoons were his way of trying to lighten what was a very serious period in his life. In my mind, my dad was a hero.

I am a bit late in posting an entry today, because for the first time in my writing life, I find myself at a loss of words. You see, over the years, I have had many vets share this journey with me. Sadly, many, as very young men, lost their lives in Viet Nam. Boys I hung out with, studied with, surfed with and mostly laughed with, gone in what still seems like a bad dream. While the years have passed my memories of them are alive and well; and, it is with this thinking that I remember and honor their service in a time that was nothing short of confusing. Last year as a way of honoring the disabled vets around the country, I created the "In Honor of Disabled American Veterans" red, white & blue bracelet shown here. A percentage of each sale is donated to the American Veterans Disabled for Life Memorial Fund. While the gift is small, it comes from the heart of everyone who wears the bracelet. You can learn more about the Fund and learn a bit about Kenny and Diane Musselmann, my inspiration for making this bracelet last year, by clicking here. It is my hope, that in wearing the bracelet, you have the opportunity to share the story of the millions of American vets living with disabilities every day as you respect and honor all that they do. I struggle today, looking for the right words to say. Somehow "thank you" seems trivial compared to the lives they gave. But -- it is heartfelt and true; and it is my hope that it is taken as such. I hope you will take time, not just today, but every day of every year to remember and thank all of the veterans and their families who continue to serve this country.

The Changing of the Time

2011-11-06T18:55:00.001-08:00

Today was that nutso day where, if you live in this part of the country, you change the time to PST. Even after all these years...I just don't get it. I did watch an entertaining video about it all posted on YouTube. I would be more than happy to post the link here if I could could remember it since it explained all the hoopla in a very witty way. It just seems like such an archaic system to me and one that doesn't make much sense at all. But, like lemmings, we follow along and do it. Lucky niece of mine, who lives in the part of Arizona that does not change the time, has no need to adjust to a new schedule of day light. But now I have to stretch my memory to remember if we are on the same time or if I am now one hour behind her every time I call or text. The hardest part is trying to explain to Bea, the Wonder Cairn, that it really isn't her dinner time yet -- she just forgot to change her clock!

Any how -- that rant being over, today turned out to be quite lovely here. The sky was amazing as you can see in the image. If you didn't know by now, I live in the Willamette Valley, which is quite wide and flat -- a prairie with a very rich history. I do believe that the cloud formations reflect the flat nature of the valley and this pix is no exception to that thinking. When I see clouds mixed in with gorgeous blue skies thoughts are triggered of the earliest residents of this area. If only I could travel back in time to see the Native American settlements and be witness to a life that I am sure was quite wonderful in many ways. It must have been idyllic in that the soil is rich, there is ample water from rain, and lots of robust rivers flowing through the area. I'm really not sure if my thinking is accurate or I am way off the mark -- but I do know that the people who lived in this area many years ago were a hearty stock, including those who came to settle from other parts of the country and the world. One of these days, I will have to do some real research on the history of the area. I know there is quite a bit available, I just never think to do it at a time when I can! The biggest question is -- do you think they changed the time twice a year or were they much wiser than we are today?

The Year -- 1998

2011-10-29T15:16:00.000-07:00

You might remember, the day I got my iPhone I was fiddling with the camera and out of nowhere, I discovered this Bergdorf Catalog circa 1998 in a stack of catalogs in the studio. Today I had some time to sit and leaf through it. With the exception of two silk charmeuse dresses, out of the eighty-seven pages, there is not one thing I wouldn't buy today. No offense intended to the beautiful charmeuse designs -- I have just never been a fan of the fabric for some reason, so I would pass on those. In addition to the wonderful clothing, the jewelry in the catalog was/is really inspiring. There were a few bead designs that I would love to have in my collection; so much so I am inspired to try a few of the gemstone combos in my studio and see what comes of it. It's no secret, I have always loved BG -- especially the jewelry department. It just seems to me that the buyers and the clients of BG get the beauty of bead jewelry -- and that has always made me very happy. So, I want to say thanks to Bergdorf's once again, for keeping me entertained...even if it is with a catalog that is thirteen years old. It all just serves as a reminder that style is timeless -- and I love that fact.

L'interruttore è Completa!

2011-10-24T11:22:00.000-07:00

Yes...I survived the "do-it-myself" switch from BlackBerry to iPhone 4s over the weekend. And, I lived to tell the story! By now you pretty much know that I love to figure out and do things on my own...even when it might not be the most efficient way to get things done. It's in my genes and so it's how I roll. A DIYer from way back no matter the project. By Saturday afternoon the iPhone was functioning -- all email addys and phone functions. However, I am still trying to conquer the upload of contacts from my google account...but not to worry...I'll figure it out at some point. It seems to involve iTunes and/or iCloud (so having to learn about those). I know, I know, I am probably the last person on earth who doesn't use iTunes...but that's about to change! I still have an old iPod in it's original clam shell case; a gift that I never opened. Oh, damn, I hope the giftor isn't reading this entry.

On Sunday night, I decided it might be a good idea to download an iPhone manual of some type for reference on various things. Wowzer -- honestly, do I need a phone that has a 163-page manual? Now...that's a bit insane, don't you think? Guess that's why they don't print one and include it with the purchase of the phone. No one in their right mind would buy any piece of electronic gadgetry that takes a 163-page manual to explain how it works! I guess my biggest question is "how many of the actual functions on the phone will I ever use?" So, I've thrown down the gauntlet and challenged myself to an iPhone duel. The deal...learn one new function a day. So last night...I discovered I could dictate or talk into the darn thing for email, tweets, and texts. And, with no training of software to align with my speech patterns as I had to do with Naturally Speaking on my computers! Astonished...and as far as I'm concerned...the iPhone paid for itself with that one function. So...the quest is on to see what I figure out about it before the end of the today. Suggestions?

The Most Wonderful Time

2011-10-17T12:24:00.000-07:00

It's true -- it's the most wonderful time of the year. At least for me. Fall -- always marks a time for new things, new beginnings, of sorts. School, new clothes, new friends, new studies, and new adventures. Even that new perm my mom insisted on giving me before the start of every school year couldn't put a damper on my anticipation of the exciting new things coming my way. Although, I do still wonder what in the heck she was thinking, since my hair is naturally curly...so why the need for the Tip Toni totally escapes me. But...back to the wonders of fall and the glorious pre-holiday time. This year my season got off to a really fabulous start when my copy of Gladys Magazine arrived on Friday! Oh boy -- put all things aside, sit back and leaf through the pages one by one. That's exactly what I did on Friday night -- some hot date, right? Well, that's me...in a nutshell. But not to worry, I wasn't alone...Beatrix, the Wonder Cairn, was right here with me. She has yet to figure out that life with me isn't that exciting!

If you aren't familiar with Gladys, it's a fairly new magazine on the stands and it is a bit different from what you might expect. Inspirational in nature, and filled with fashion and beauty ideas but presented in a distinctive way. The new holiday issue highlights Gladys' choices of the most inspiring people for 2011. It's fun in that the people chosen come from all walks of life; and it is interesting to read their stories. I have to say that it is so fabulous to be included as part of the Gladys family (no not as one of the most inspirational peeps of 2011); but as a contributing writer, penning the occasional article for various issues, which I love. Becoming a Gladys family member is one of those things that just happened...and I am so happy that it did. No reason to question the universe! Andrea, the editor of Gladys, is this beautiful girly-girl woman. We are at opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to our personal styles of dress with one exception -- jewelry. While we both love jewelry, we also connect on another level -- in a soul-sister kind of way. I so admire her positive take on life, in general, and admire her dedication and the hard work she puts into everything she does. In my mind, she is an inspiration to young people everywhere -- especially to all the young women looking to make their way through life. So, that being said, "many thanks, Andrea, for letting me share a little part of your world." It's been an interesting and fun ride. By the way, you can pick up your own copy of Gladys at your local Barnes & Noble or subscribe at their site: http://www.gladysmagazine.com.

Unexpected Delights

2011-10-13T16:35:00.000-07:00

Even after years of the being in the creative flow of things, I am always surprised when the unexpected happens. Well, maybe I need to qualify that...the unexpected in jewelry design is what delights me, not so much as in the unexpected like in a BlackBerry outage. So, now that we are clear on that point -- yes, I love it when an unexpected thing happens in the jewelry studio. Perfect example -- today, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with this bracelet. Since I design from the beads and not drawings of the beads, I had all the components laid out in front of me and I was working them like puzzle pieces. Originally I figured that the third strand of the bracelet would be a slightly demure rolo link which I love and use quite frequently.

Well, someone had a different idea. When I was going through my chain inventory, this bold double link chain actually fell out of the chain drawer onto the floor. Being wise enough to realize that someone was trying to tell me something, I decided to give the bolder chain a whirl, knowing full well that I wouldn't like it! Well, there you go -- never doubt the universe! I added the bold link chain to the other strands and, have to admit, I love the overall look of the piece. I wish I could say why -- it just makes it seem significant -- bold, yet in a stylish way. So, there you go. Something unexpected...yet quite delightful.

Dreaming in Chocolate

2011-10-11T11:09:00.000-07:00

It's that time of year again when the aisles in the grocery stores are lined with bags, and bags, and bags of orange and black treasures busting with all kinds of chocolate-laden treats. Oh so tempting. I have learned over the years not to bring those treats home too early...under the guise of preparing for the cherubs knocking on the door and holding out bags to be filled. Why? Well, for me...it's just too darn tempting and before the end of the first day I have managed to rip open a bag or two and start my own kind of trick-or-treating. This year, I am going to wait until the day of and take my chances that something good will be left on the shelves. Thinking of Halloween, I remember as a child going to the doors of our friends homes where we would be invited in for apple cider, a little visit with aging relatives, and then be able to choose the goodies we wanted from a wide selection. In those days, homemade items were totally acceptable -- we knew everyone in the neighborhood and trusted that there would be no tricks up their sleeves. Popcorn balls were always my favorite. Made with creamy buttery homemade caramel sauce and fresh popped corn, wrapped in waxed paper. Do they still make waxed paper? And, oh...I wonder just how many carbs are in one of those heavenly popcorn balls?

With that thought in mind, I am thinking, at least for my treat bag, I'm better off with some yummy chocolate "flavored" jewelry. Makes my wrists and neckline happy -- as well as my hips! Because I'm choosing jewelry over sugar-filled goodies my hips won't be in danger of getting any bigger -- at least not because of chocolate. Right? I know, I know, I'll crack and eat a few little things here and there, after all, isn't that part of the fun in life? Best not to take it all too seriously, right?

Oh Boy -- Here Comes Fall!

2011-09-29T14:56:00.000-07:00

As much as I grumble about the rain and gray skies during the non-summer months here; these past few days I find myself feeling happy that the weather is changing and fall is upon us. I think what I like most about the cooler days, is the fact that I can wear my uniform: t-neck lightweight sweaters -- the perfect canvas for jewelry. Today, I donned my uniform for the season. As you've probably figured out by now -- I love bracelets -- mainly because I can admire them all day long. Talk about self-absorbed; but it's true! However, when I put on a oatmealish heather-like sweater this morning, I figured it was the perfect day to give my poor old neckline a treat. So, that's just what I did. I started with a rutilated quartz number (#0302) similar in style to the yellow jade one shown here. Then, I added the yellow jade dazzler. Thinking that would be plenty of pizazz, I stopped there...for a moment. Then it hit...a flash of brilliance; and, it wasn't from the light coming off of one of the stones on these necklaces! It dawned on me that I don't remember ever...as in ever...layering the rainbow hickoryite necklace with either of these two necklace styles. In the blink of an eye, I had my sample nestled in with the other two and I love the look. If you like the look of wood, which I do, you'll love the look and feel of rainbow hickoryite...as it looks much like wood, but has gemstone weight which makes the entire piece feel rich to me. I tried to get a pix of all three necklaces on Monica the Mannequin; but they wouldn't stay as I think she doesn't have the strong square shoulders I do (!!), so I finally gave up and went for just two. I think you get a pretty good idea of how they all came together.

While I was taking the first shot in the natural light of the studio, I had another flash of brilliance. (Do you think it could be all the Pure Inventions green tea I've been drinking lately making my brain fire a bit faster?) The second pix is the result of that moment -- yellow jade meets carnelian -- in a lovely mix of vintage-inspired gold links. You know, when it comes to jewelry, I do think the styling options are limitless. That's what I love so much about it all. I don't care what the particular piece is -- there will always be a variety of ways you can wear it. It's my hope, that all of you are encouraged to be as creative as you want -- like I said in my last post -- I never color within the lines -- why would I want to do that when there are so many unique options just waiting to be discovered?

Color Outside the Lines

2011-09-21T16:04:00.001-07:00

Clearly having one of those days where I am working the split personality deal. But, in a good way -- at least I think it's in a good way. As you know, I love to layer bracelets -- case in point, while chatting with a jewelry buyer this morning about carrying my line in their chain of stores, I kind of snort-laughed when she asked if I really wore more than one bracelet at a time. Once I regained my composure (honestly, no one likes to snort during the first conversation with a buyer) my response was "isn't that why there's so much space between my wrist and my elbow?" There is no real science to it, I just like to get them all stacked so they feel good while they are in place.

Since I am a jewelry player, the bracelets I am wearing usually change throughout the day. Wait, that doesn't sound quite right -- I start out with the bracelets layered in one way; but find myself rearranging their position throughout the day for some reason or another. I think it is just totally entertaining for me; and my mind seems to be going in a lot of different directions at any one time, so it's kind of a little meditation-like deal I do. That or I really do have serious attention deficiencies -- which we know I have but never really labeled them as "major."

That being said, I thought it would be fun to share a few of the different ways I style one of my newest Etruscan-inspired carnelian beauties. It can be pretty chic looking with jumbo gold bangles or take on a "just picked from my favorite Paris flea market stall" look with the enamel bangles. When I want to really mix it up, I throw it together with wood bangles from my 50s collection and toss in a street vendor painted wood/gold bangle I found at the 68th Street Flea market a thousand years ago. If you look closely at that stack -- you'll also see a tortoise shell bangle from Agatha in NYC. And, if all that doesn't work, I can always put it together with a gigantic amber bracelet that has been in my collection for as long as I can remember; sadly I have no idea where or when I got it. But I love it.

In my mind, none of it is wrong. It's all perfectly styled...just the way I want it at that exact moment. I feel bad for women who get tied in to thinking they have to follow "the rules" in fashion. Hell, I say throw the rule book out the window and give yourself the freedom to play with your jewelry and your clothes. If you like it and how it looks, then it's right. To me, there is nothing more interesting than a woman who feels comfortable just being who she is -- even if that woman does change from day to day. So have some fun and color outside the lines -- see how many looks you can get from the pieces in your collection; and, most importantly, wear them with confidence...trust me...people will notice and admire your panache!

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

2011-09-18T14:35:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was a good day -- I spent a few hours at the Beck Farm playing with Cairn Terriers, visiting with good family-friends and eating a chicken Oktoberfest sausage sandwich and finishing it off with apple strudel. Yum. All four dogs in the pix here were rescues from a variety of different sources. Left to right -- MacDuff, the latest rescue still waiting for his forever home (his owner has developed dementia and no longer has the capacity to care for him). Tori was a little rescue who was actually going to her forever home when the new owner decided that because Tori has a heart murmur she didn't want her (I just don't understand that thinking...but it happens I suppose). Jim and Janice decided to keep her -- and despite her "heart condition" she runs, plays and catches all kinds of critters found on a farm. Luckily, she has yet to bring any of her "treasures" in the house! Yikes. Missy is the half sister of Beatrix Potter, my wonder Cairn, on the far right. Missy is a year older and was rescued a few months before Bea and lives with the Becks. Missy and Bea have many of the same "issues" since they were taken from the same home; but have become the most wonderful loving little spirits ever, as has Tori. By the way, that is Janice in the pix and if you look closely at her t-shirt, it says "follow the yellow brick road."

MacDuff is the best boy -- five years, well-behaved, a house mouse as he loves to be with people and he gets along with all the other dogs. Janice is hoping he goes to his forever home soon as he is becoming quite attached to his life there on the farm. One thing I have learned over the last few years of being exposed to the rescue process is that there is a fine line between teaching the dog to trust humans while trying to keep them from becoming too attached to their "temporary" family. That is the hardest for me -- I love them all and always want to make them part of my little family. If I could, at this moment, I would drive over pick up MacDuff and all his toys and make him a part of my little family. I think he would fit in perfectly. Bea would have her nose out of joint for a bit as she is so used to being the princess; but after a few days, I think she would be happy to have a brother to hang out with. So...we'll see how that story ends. Stay tuned.

The Special Souls of Firefighters

2011-09-11T14:20:00.000-07:00

Today I remember those special souls that I loved and lost ten short years ago. Their spirits reside within my soul. I remind myself to be grateful for, and cherish, every moment we have with the people we love. This morning I cut these beautiful roses for an arrangement in the studio. When I first moved into this house, I planted what was then a small rose variety called Firefighter, to honor those men and women who lost their lives on 9/11. Today the bush almost reaches the topmost gable of the house and the fragrance is beyond exquisite. This rose is quite special, you see, as it was the first sponsorship rose of the "Remember Me" garden funds to honor the victims of 9/11. If you'd like to share your support you can order this lovely rosebush from www.edmundsroses.com. And now I am off to deliver the brownies I baked as a small way to thank the local firefighters here in town for all they do...every day. In my mind, they are truly heroes in every sense of the word.

Diversity -- it's a Grand Thing

2011-08-29T14:36:00.000-07:00

I'm in the studio today, checking inventory and doing some odds and ends -- nothing unusual for Monday. In the silence of it all, I had another one of those "it was there all the time you just didn't see it moments." While all of my jewelry designs are similar in that they have a distinctive feel to them, in many ways they are really quite diverse. Case in point -- this gorgeous pearl, aquamarine and patina starfish number (which sorry to say is not for sale) keeps me company on a bust across from my workbench. Just for the record, I am talking bust as in necklace display not boobs! Today, I am wearing a bold onyx bracelet bracelet that has a "go-with" necklace. For the first time, I really saw the onyx bracelet and the pearl beauty at the same time. Screech. The two necklaces couldn't be more different. Yet, oddly, I designed them both and wear them both -- just not together. Shocking, for the Queen of the Stack, I know! So, looking at these two necklaces side by side, I am now wondering if I have a split personality and just maybe need some professional help.

Of course, it made me think about all of you, my clients, and how as women we all play different roles depending on the moment. So, okay, maybe I didn't need to call the shrink...just yet, at least not about this concern. Over the years, I have always thought that I designed jewelry for a very specific woman...one who is confident, strong, and wears bold yet feminine jewelry. She also understands the difference between top-quality and disposable jewelry and clothing. She opts for top-quality every time. I still believe that I am very right about that thinking. But, seeing these two necklaces side-by-side, I wondered if there could there be a side of that woman that I never really considered? Oh goody, something else to ponder. In all of this, I came to the conclusion that it 's probably not another side of that woman, but merely another aspect of her personality that hinges on the situation in which she finds herself or the mood at the moment. All and all -- it's about diversity, being good with it , and then jumping in and totally enjoying it. I'd like to think that I am an example of that conclusion. Today, I am wearing a bold onyx bracelet layered with pretty bold gold bangles -- I feel strong and confident -- and I still feel very feminine. Tomorrow, I may opt to wear the pearl number shown above -- depending on the whim of the moment. Will I feel any less strong, confident and feminine; honestly, I don't think so. But if I did, between you and me, perhaps it would be time to check in with my shrink. Bottom line -- we are diverse creatures, we have diverse moods and we often dress/accessorize to match our mood -- isn't that a grand thing?

National Dog Day!

2011-08-26T10:31:00.000-07:00

I don't know about all of you, but my life just wouldn't be right without my little Beatrix Potter in it. I just heard that today is National Dog Day - so figured it was the perfect time to sing her praises. As many of you might remember, after 14 years of life in New York City and here in the the Pacific Northwest, my sweet Agatha Christie left this earth. My heartbreak and feeling of total emptiness in trying to have a life without her was overwhelming. While it sounds dramatic, it was true. I vowed that she was the last dog I would have...the pain from losing such a spirit was more than I could bear again. Little did I know that the universe had other plans for me. Beatrix (who had another name which I can't remember at the moment) was a rescue -- a 7-month-old Cairn Terrier who had sadly already learned that people weren't to be trusted. Janice, a dear sister-friend of mine, is very involved in Cairn Terrier Rescue in this part of the country; and when Bea came to stay with her until she found her forever home, I knew about it. I had spent time with Janice and her rescues since moving here, helping to socialize them and working with them to overcome many of the "issues" they had developed. Every time those resuces would leave to go to their new forever families I was happy...yet so sad. You see for me, it doesn't take much for an animal of any kind, especially dogs, to completely win my heart and my affection and all of those rescues settled right in there!

Bea was one of those special spirits -- a tippy tripod who ran on three legs because somehow her back leg had been injured. So afraid of the world, this little one. It took months until she finally started to trust that every hand she saw didn't mean she needed to flinch because she was going to get smacked; and, it could be a good thing to let someone pick her up for a cuddle as long as they didn't hold her too tight. I can't name the exact moment when I realized that I needed Beatrix as much as she needed me; it just happened and I knew we would share a life together -- even though it meant finding a new home where we both could live. The heartbreak of losing Agatha hasn't dissolved over time -- it will always be there; but the incredible joy I feel from life with Beatrix is so healthy. It's an amazing thing to have the unconditional love of a pure spirit who lets me love her with all my heart -- no strings. I do so hope that all of you are lucky enough to be able to share your life and your love with such an open spirit. I believe it is one of life's greatest joys. So, today I thank Little Bea for finding me, allowing me to share her life and in doing so, making my life so very complete.

In the photo here, Bea's helping another little rescue make the adjustment so she too will have a life full of laughter and joy. There are so many dogs out there that need someone to love them -- Bea is my third rescue -- and I recommend it without reserve. The one suggestion I do have for people who ask about rescue, is that they need to put aside any and all expectations. You need to be willing to meet a rescue on their terms-of-sort and try to work with someone who understands the "rescue" behavior. If you are patient and loving and kind; in time, I believe you, too, will not understand why you waited so long to let that little spirit into your heart.

OHSU & Mt. St. Helens

2011-08-22T12:05:00.000-07:00

At the beginning of summer, I posted a pix of Mt. Hood popping up in the distance while I was outside of Fessler's. While I told you that I could also see Mt. St. Helens that day, I did not post a pix as you would not have really been able to see it...and so you would think I was nuts! So today, here is a pix of St. Helens taken from the OHSU Medical Center. OHSU is nestled in the hills of Portland and besides being quite phenomenal in the world of science and medicine, it offers some of the most spectacular views of the city below. Back to the mountain...it used to have a different topline; but following the eruption back in the late 70's, the topline is now slightly rounded. Mother Nature is an interesting lady -- just changing things at whim. Hey, maybe all women are that way -- maybe it just comes naturally? So I am changing my mind on a whim now and going back to the jewelry bench -- working on some really fun new pieces. Let's see, I see carnelian, green aventurine, amethyst, red poppy jasper and jade...so stay tuned!

Cauliflower? Yes, Cauliflower.

2011-08-20T14:18:00.000-07:00

Yes, that is cauliflower in purple, yellow and white. Mother Nature...once again pulls our all the stops. If I was going to do something with this inspiration in gemstones...what would it include? African opal, amethyst, cape amethyst, aragonite, and a toss of Czech glass sparklers? Well, just maybe. The good news about the cauliflower is that it is fresh from the field and oh so tasty -- although I have never cooked the purple variety -- not sure how I feel about eating purple foods. Well, I do eat grapes and love them. And, I eat...let's see...totally blanking about all foods purple. Oh, there are some purple tomatoes and potatoes...never tasted them. Gee...maybe it's time to step out of my comfort zone and cook up a little something purple. I'll get back to you on that and meanwhile -- I'll cook up some cauliflower-inspired pieces. Now, there is a phrase I never imagined I would utter! And, isn't it interesting (I hope) that the writer in me can find a "story" in just about anything and everything?

"Everybody's gone surfing..."

2011-08-17T13:11:00.000-07:00

Seems to me that there are a lot of little reminders of my past around these days. Today I pulled into the gas station and this VW bus pulled in at exactly the same moment! I immediately started singing classic Beach Boys songs -- jumped out of the Jeep and captured this image. My first real love had a VW bus similar to this -- but all green -- which of course we would load up with surfboards and head to the beach. He had a glorious smile that was contagious and he was a riot -- his VW had two funky windows that functioned as the windshield. But they actually cranked out -- so we would open them as wide as they would go while we were heading out and back. Talk about bugs in your teeth! As I looked at the price of gas today and the vintage VW, I remembered my girlfriends and I pooling our resources to buy enough gas to get us to the beach. Let's see at 25 cents a gallon at World, it didn't take much change to accomplish our goal! I know, I know. I spend a lot of time in my head...always have...always will. But I love that, with the least little trigger, I can conjure up images from long ago (even though it seems like only yesterday) that make me happy enough to burst into song even when people are within earshot. After all, isn't it all about the little moments?

All Things Miniature

2011-08-14T16:29:00.001-07:00

I think that one of the biggest reasons I love designing and making jewelry is because I am a fiend for the details on little tiny things. As long as I can remember, I have had a fascination with all things miniature...okay, maybe not miniature golf...but most things miniature. And, now I'm trying to keep my mind out of the gutter -- that being said, I think you might know where that might have gone. Now...back to my original thought. In the 50s I remember my Auntie Opal, who was a real girly-girl, having all this fabulous costume jewelry that was beaded and filigree and layered, oh my. She would actually let me wear it on the days I feigned illness so I could stay home from school and stay with her while my mom worked! Tiny little bits and bobs all jumbled together to make one glorious look -- in a subtle yet stunning way. I know...it doesn't seem like so many little pieces could ever be subtle. That early exposure led to my becoming a huge fan of jewelry from the 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s (think Miriam Haskell et al. no surprise there) that I think my early love carries into my design aesthetic today. (Wow, I just used the term "design aesthetic." Some times I surprise myself. Well, most times, really.)

Over the last several months, I have a renewed fascination with brass components and ways in which I can incorporate them into my designs. Of course, I'm not one to settle for the ordinary brass components that just anyone can use, that would be too easy. Instead, I have to customize them with a hand-patina that incorporates about five or six different colors - all buffed to have that "I just picked this up at that lovely little stand at the antique flea market just outside of Paris" look. Little droplets of aquamarine are attached to the starfish and then my intention was to work them in with pearls and more aquamarine so that they had the just "tossed from the sea" kind of look. Okay, so today it seems as if I am stuck in the "putting quotes around phrases" mode -- but at least I didn't use the international hand gesture for quotations. Thank goodness my hands are on this keyboard. Had I been sitting in a concept meeting, my hands could have flown in the air before I could stop them. Well, all that aside, when designing jewelry you never really know how the final piece is going to work until all is said and done and you finally get to actually put it on. Today...I am a happy camper. In my mind, every thing is just perfect about this piece. I know, I know...smug as hell...but it is what I felt when I looked in the mirror and saw this beauty looking back at me. Perfect weight, perfect length, perfect finish to the components and just the perfect tumble of it all -- isn't it something when all things come together in just the perfect way? Sigh -- now I just need to find my red carpet.

The Gift of Song

2011-08-11T20:13:00.000-07:00

Back on February 24th, I talked about unexpected gifts and how I had been given one that very day. Today, I got another...in the way of these pix I found in my dad's desk that now sits out in my garage. My oh-so-talented nephew, who I had the great pleasure of giving the guitar that my dad handcrafted for me in 1964, showed up today in a spot where I least expected him. Looking at these pix just confirms my thinking that we are connected to our passion very early in life. The unfortunate thing for many of us, is that we push the passion aside as we strive to be who we "think we should become" as we grow older.

I love music of all types -- I love to play and I love to sing (much to the dismay of others at times I am sure). You see, music runs through much of my family and I am so grateful for that. In the 60s, my dad made a guitar for my cousin Jimmy. Just because -- that was my dad. While I have no idea of the facts of it all, from these pix, it seems that my Uncle Fred and Auntie Alice (are they not the sweetest couple ever?), my cousin Jimmy and his son, Christopher, must have been visiting my mom and dad while on holiday from SoCal. As was usually the case, there was a lot of guitar-playing and singing going on. But what I love most about these two pix is that without question, my nephew (who is 18 these days) was clearly fascinated by it all then; and. for whatever reason ,in February he reconnected with his passion and is now the owner of two very special guitars -- both carrying the energy of everyone who every touched them over the years. So...the gift of music and song goes on and that makes my heart happy.

A Pickle and A Pix

2011-08-07T12:45:00.000-07:00

Yesterday a friend shared a jar of homemade pickles with me which I happily welcomed with open arms -- both friend and the pickles! It's interesting how powerful the sense of smell is -- at least my sense of smell. When I popped the seal on the jar and got a whiff of dill and vinegar I was transported back to my grandma's kitchen on Flower Street in LA; I immediately felt her warmth, the sense of safety and the love I always felt when I was with her. She was an amazing spirit and even as a young kid I knew that about her. I was a tiny one and the youngest of all the cousins -- so needless to say I think I got special treatment -- but maybe all the cousins got the same treatment and thought they were getting treated in a special way -- whatever it was, she made me feel loved in a very unique way. I can close my eyes and see the big kitchen that always smelled of fresh vegetables, freshly canned pickles or something wonderful baking. I see the deep sink and can almost reach out and count the tiny tiles that lined the back splash and counter tops. Boonya (as we called her) would tie an apron up under my arms and push a kitchen chair up to the sink so I could stand and help her do whatever it was she was doing. In her eyes, it was about the process, not so much the end product. If I broke or spilled something -- it didn't matter. We'd clean it up together and go on with whatever it was we had been doing. If we were cooking or baking - it really didn't matter if it didn't look right or taste all that great in the end -- it was all about doing something together. I know that my love of cooking and baking started early and with her and I thank her for that.

Stay with me here -- this is related! I spent the better part of yesterday cleaning out part of the garage -- my dad's desk is now out there and as I looked through one of the big drawers I found a cluster of old photographs and this one was in with the bunch. While my Boonya was my mom's mom, she and my dad had a special connection of some sort. I think she really understood my dad on so many different levels. So I wasn't surprised to find this image in with the others. I think this pix captures Boonya's caring spirit -- sitting in the pasture at my mom and dad's old place feeding a cow and the geese. Honestly, who sits in a pasture feeding the cow? That was Boonya. I am so grateful to have shared a life with her that was rich and full. As I write, I do so hope that when I am physically no longer in this life, people whose paths I've crossed will have nice memories of how I touched their lives in some little way. After all...isn't that what it's all about?

There's Something About Berry!

2011-07-31T14:37:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I made my first-of-the-season trek to the Boone's Ferry Berry Farm on Boone's Ferry Road. (Yes, that Boone's Ferry!) While it's just a few miles out of town, I feel as if I am entering another world. On the small two-lane road, I pass sheep, a commercial nursery that grows bushes-topiaries and manicures them into all kinds of shapes (yes, people do seem to like bushes that look like deer, bears, and fish),a variety of tree farms, filbert (aka hazelnut) orchards in full bloom, sod farms that are the most heavenly shade of emerald and look magical when the large sprinklers are rolled out and the sun glistens through the droplets of water 20 feet above the green and, of course, berries. Berries of all types -- this is after all, the "Berry Capital of the World." If there is a berry to be found, I am sure you'll find it here. While I love them all -- blueberries are my favorite. If you haven't had the great fortune to taste a blueberry fresh picked some the field, I feel really bad about that. You see, picked at their peak, and eaten when they are still a bit warm (I never put mine in the refrigerator unless they will go into jam) I'm telling you, they are better than the best bon bon you can imagine. And, what's better than that? No calories...well, some calories but not enough to worry about. Okay, so there is a downside -- little teensy tiny black seeds that get stuck in your teeth. So, just a word of warning...when you eat them, there's a good chance you might look like Huck Finn if you smile.

If you've been following for a bit, you might remember my post about the quaint little berry shack from last year. Yesterday, my heart dropped as I came to the big barn that is my landmark to turn into the farm, and the spot that normally houses the old shack was empty. I was so dismayed...my old friend was gone. Luckily, I noticed the hand painted sign posted on the side of the commercial entrance -- the retail "store" had been moved just a bit up the road. Making a quick recovery, I found the gravel entry that leads into the fields and there it was -- my little berry shack all grown up. Very cute little iron tables and chairs out front and when I walked in, it was a nice little surprise. It seems that the young families that own the berry farms are quite entrepreneurial -- inside there were all kinds of "Boone"s Ferry Berry Farm" branded specialities. Berries, dried and fresh, filberts from the tree and in butters, and pickled garlic. So it was an unexpected little shopping adventure. I couldn't stay long since Bea was in the car and it was quite warm, so I picked up my flat of blueberries along with a pint of Marionberries and called it a day. Of course, I will be back next Friday, to replenish my supply. I drove away with mixed emotions. While I am all for progress...I have to say, I missed stepping back in time I felt with the old berry shack; but really happy to see that the young women who are running the new store are visualizing something more than a seasonal shack and I wish them nothing but success with it all.

A Dog and Her Grandma

2011-07-29T13:26:00.000-07:00

My mom had a wee accident this morning, so Bea and I ran over to check things out and make sure it didn't require a trip to the emergency room. Thank goodness all is well and good. My mom, who is 87, now lives in an independent living facility here in town. It's not easy to watch our parents age -- much harder than I ever imagined. When we are young our parents seem so vibrant and strong -- they could do anything. As we age along with them, at some point there is a bit of a role reversal -- where parent becomes child and...well, you get it. My dad passed in 2001 and while I watched him grow weaker, I was living across the country so didn't really see the day-in-day out of the progression even though I talked with him daily. But with my mom living in the same little community that I now call home, I do see her frequently, and I will say it doesn't get any easier. The shining star in all of it, is little Beatrix Potter, the wonder Cairn. You see, Bea lives for people, which I am told is a strong Cairn characteristic. However, I think Bea has been blessed with a spirit that is all-knowing. Don't ask me to explain what I mean by that, because I am not sure I have the words. But, I do know this, whatever the situation, Beatrix knows exactly what is needed to soothe the soul of whomever is in her company. Today, that was my mom. As soon as we arrived, Bea asked to sit in my mom's lap, where she totally distracted my mom from the pain she was feeling. We stayed long enough to "doctor" the wound and the patient; and, we knew we had succeeded when my mom wanted to go have lunch with her friends. So, we walked her to the beautiful dining room, visited with everyone who loves Beatrix, and then said our good-byes. Since returning home, Bea has not left my side here in the studio -- I think her concern has shifted to me -- so she is staying close by just in case I need another hug.

Just a Small World Tale

2011-07-21T14:30:00.001-07:00

While waiting for calls from clients and vendors, I thought I would take a run to Bauman's Farm -- you know about that place by now. I have been out of cherries for several days and needed to replenish the supply before they are out of season. Oh, that's always a sad day for me. Anyhow, on the small road that goes through the fields I always see the top of this Russian church off in the distance. So today, I took a little detour to explore a bit more. It took a little doing to get there, but when I finally figured it out, this is what I found. It is very small, looks like it might be a manufactured home type building but proudly, on top of what would be called a steeple on other churches, is a golden onion-shaped dome and cross. The onion-shaped architectural feature is found on the Russian Orthodox cathedrals in Moscow. There is a huge Russian population in this area -- a very long history which, sadly I don't know much about. I do know that my Grandma and Grandpa on my mom's side came from Russia to this country a few years before the Russian Revolution in 1917. Their story was much like that portrayed in Fiddler on the Roof, they fled their homes hoping to find a new world that gave them the opportunity for a better life and freedom to practice their religion. (Don't quote that year please, it's just the one I am remembering at the moment -- okay the writer in me couldn't let it go without researching and bingo! it was 1917.) While my relatives eventually settled in Southern California many others came to this part of the world. In fact, I have distant relatives that live right in this little part of the country. Small world, as they say. Just another little side trip in my day-in-the-life tale. If you are wondering when I took this pix, it was today July 21 and yes, those are rain clouds in the sky. Rain clouds and cool temperatures -- surprised? Well, you shouldn't be, after all, it is the Pacific Northwest.

Life is Really Good

2011-07-14T15:43:00.000-07:00

We have been having a bit of summer spotted here and there with a few days of rain. But, I'm not complaining...for once. I don't mind the rain so much as long as there are bits of sunshine and warmer temps scattered throughout. I was out working in my little garden a few days back and snapped a few pix of my little furry muse. Beatrix Potter, the wonder Cairn. For those of you who know me, you'll know that Beatrix is the third rescue dog that granted me the greatest gift of all -- sharing their lives with me. First was Molly, an Australian Shepherd in SoCal; next was Agatha, a shy Norwich from Maryland and now, this little Cairn who came when I least expected it. As you may know, when rescuing a dog, you must be prepared for dealing with some "issues." None of which, I'm certain, can't be overcome with lots of love, care and patience; and most importantly, the letting go of any expectations. Since Bea was a bit younger when she came to me, her issues were not as great as those of my other girls; but she did and still does have issues. She was "tippy-tripod" for several months, while her back hip healed; and most of her issues now are around a fear of small places (which presents a bit of a challenge when she travels in the cabin with me on an airplane) and her flinching if I raise my hands too fast and too close to her head. We don't know the cause of the hip problem, but we do know that she was made to stay in a small kennel 24-7 and the woman who had her smacked her a lot during grooming. Don't get me started down that path -- however, I will say that any person who abuses an animal of any kind should be made to experience the same treatment as punishment for their inhumanity. I know...not very Zen on me...but there are some things I just can't tolerate and this is one of those things. Thank goodness for karma.

That being said -- you probably guessed by now that life is good for Bea and me. She loves her little hammock, which keeps her from the grass so her feet and tummy don't get so itchy. Yes, I have a dog with allergies -- just like her mom! What you can't see is that just to the right of where she loves to lay, Tess, the neighbor's rescued Brittany Spaniel, loves to snuggle in. She loves to be as close as possible to Bea when she is out in her yard. Bea and I were here a bit before Tess came to live with her new family and, in some unspoken way, I think Beatrx helped Tess make the transition from puppy mill breeder (enough said) to a life full of love and people she could trust. She and Bea are like "old friends, sat on the park bench like bookends." Yes, I did just quote a Simon and Garfunkel tune. But when I see them chatting between the fence or just enjoying the peace and quiet and the birds, the song just comes to mind and it makes my heart happy. What makes it even better is that my studio looks on to the patio and out over the back -- so I feel as if, even though I am the only one in the studio, I am not alone. Little Bea is my muse and my family. So, you see...life is really, really, really good.

It's a Beautiful Thing

2011-07-09T18:35:00.000-07:00

Summer in small town -- I went to a very small vintage-classic car show today and this was one of the entries. A beautiful LaSalle; and, if I remember correctly, there were only 25 or so of them built back in the day. But, please don't use me as your Dial a Friend should you find yourself on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire or Cash Cab because I can't be trusted to remember facts or figures any more. Are either of those shows still on? See, what did I just tell you! In my mind I can picture the women who rode in such an automobile in those days -- lots of long beaded necklaces and bracelets up to their elbows day and night. Just watch a few movies from the 30s and you'll get the idea. Anyhow, it is a stunner -- I can only imagine that lots of hard work, determination and energy went into the restoration of the car. Of course, I liken the restoration to life. While it's true that life just happens...I think we have to work pretty hard to make it the life we want...not just the life we are given. That being said, there are days when I just want to give up, call it a day, and just go for "average." Luckily, there is something in me that isn't willing to settle for average -- so even on days when I might not want to do my best, I know that I will regret not doing so tomorrow or the next day.

Totally unrelated, but it's a weird thing -- I sit down to write an entry in the blog and I have no idea what I will say, so I post the images and then just let the words come -- something like a free-association game, I suppose. Some days, I end up in the most interesting and unexpected places...like today. Well, at least it is interesting to me...all this talk about life and working to make it what we want it to be. Maybe, all those years long, long, long ago, in psychoanalysis somehow do keep coming back to me on some level. Yes, it's true...I admit...six long years...on the couch every day...but in the end I think it was a very good thing. Did I just share that with the universe? Yeah, me and Woody Allen -- we do have something in common. That and the fact that I landscaped a terrace for a friend who lives in the same building on Fifth Avenue as Woody. So...there you go. But hey, I think Woody is actually old enough to have hitched a ride in this car and, luckily, I am not.

All Roads Lead to Rome

2011-07-07T15:31:00.000-07:00

Weird how things work out, isn't it. Several weeks ago I read Bethenny Frankel's latest book, A Place of Yes, and found it quite inspiring. While I have read many books in this same arena over the years, this one sparked a renewed inspiration in life for me. Not sure what that really means at the moment, but those are the words that came to me in order to describe it. Anyhow -- one of the rules she talks about is "All Roads Lead to Rome." In a nutshell, all previous experiences in some way or another gave me a specific skill to help me get to my "Rome." Today, while I was in the photo studio (aka garage -- yes the same garage that houses the shipping department for Tanya Lochridge Jewelry), I was thinking about my love of photography, in general, and how past experiences over the years have helped me get pretty good images of my jewelry designs for use on my site and in my blogs today. (Yes, I know they are not perfect...and that was part of the getting out of my own way project we'll share another day!) Don't worry I won't bore you with a litany of jobs/experiences but I will say that there have been many opportunities for me to work closely with photographers, set designers, graphic artists and other creative types -- both in front of and behind the camera (both moving and still), at the art table and in front of a computer, all in a wide array of studio settings. And, Curious George that I am, I always paid close attention to what the other people on the project were doing and I was always asking questions about "why and how." I never had anyone tell me to mind my own business, so I just kept at it. Little did I understand at the time that all of those jobs, even those I didn't like (well "hated" would be more accurate), prepared me to be where I am today, making it possible for me to be fairly self-sufficient in areas that I might otherwise have to contract out to someone far more skilled than me. Why do I feel the need to post this to my blog today? Good question -- perhaps just as a reminder, to those of you who follow me, to seriously think about the "All Roads Lead to Rome" rule. Overall, I think it helps put a positive spin (see I learned that term while working in public relations) on a job or task that might seem dull at the time. Actually, it could make it all rather exciting knowing that at some point in your future "Rome," you will be really happy that you paid attention and did the absolute best job you could on that incredibly inane task you have in front of you! I don't know...but for today, I just felt the need to say it.

The Boys are Back in Town!

2011-07-02T12:44:00.000-07:00

Sing along with me "the boys are back in town, the boys are back in town" and you bet there are plenty of "buckle bunnies" (the rodeo equivalent of "snow bunnies") that are happy as happy can be about that. Some of those cowboys are pretty darn cute. Wait, before you remind me, I can't forget to mention that there are plenty of cowgirls competing these days. So, I'm not slighting anyone. It's true, in small town USA, nothing says summer and the 4th of July like a rodeo. And, living in this little community -- there are two rather large and well-known ones going on in neighboring communities, Mollala and St. Paul. I say "neighboring" but each is about 15 miles from town center in opposite directions. And since riders compete in events at both venues -- the sight of horse trailers being hauled back and forth on the road that runs between the two cities is a common one during the holiday weekend. The driver hauling this rig was kind enough to let me ease into the traffic -- maybe hanging out my Jeep window and snapping his pix with the mobile got his attention! That is a gift I learned from my brother -- do what it takes to get the shot. I just don't take it to the extremes that he does.

I honestly know very little about the rodeo other than it can be pretty tough and dangerous at times for rider, horse, bull or cow. My brother, who is a photographer (and a fabulous one at that), was the official photographer at several rodeos around the state. And, being one of those kind of guys who doesn't want to snap pix from the sidelines -- he would be in the arena so he was sure to capture the action up close and personal. Yeah, that's my brother...nuts; but boy does he enjoy life. After several years of running around the arena, one day he decided the job was best suited to a much younger person -- so he handed in this boots, so to speak. He still continues to capture the spirit of whatever he sees such as this working American cowboy and the wild mustangs below -- and his love of the skill shows in his work. It's just that these days, he's not diving behind barrels in an effort to not get kicked by an animal! Wisdom comes with age...isn't that the line? Anyhow, hope you are all having the happiest of holidays. What a joy to celebrate our good fortune to live in this great place....this country.

It's Summer Somewhere.

2011-06-30T12:50:00.000-07:00

Cherries for me have always meant summer -- after all what can top a big bowl of fresh cherries right off the tree? As a kid, growing up in SoCal, cherries were only to be found in the grocery store and then, rationed by my mom. The rationing was a strategy she used so my brother and I wouldn't fight over who got more! Kids...it's always something. But, I am getting ahead of myself. Today on my jaunt to Bauman's Farms here in Woodburn, I was so excited, just thinking I would get the last strawberries of the season. Weather being what it has been here, strawberry season was oh too short. I guess strawberries need a lot of sunshine and warmer temperatures to truly mature and sweeten. And since we've had neither of those two things in any quantity to mention, strawberries were on the short list.

But don't despair -- even better than strawberries fresh from the field -- Bauman's had Rainier cherries to delight my senses. Piles and piles and piles of beautiful red, just waiting to be bitten, cherries. Now, I know there are all types of cherries in the world...but those of the Rainier variety happen to be my favorite. Lamberts take a close second and Bings are third. And, please don't even think about offerring me a cooked cherry anything -- in my mind cherries are meant to be eaten raw. When in NYC I waited for the first sign of Rainers in the green grocer's on the corner in my neighborhood. Then I would buy them every day until they were gone; but honestly, they never tasted like those you get fresh-picked from the tree. I never saw any at the Farmer's Markets which leads me to think that they are only grown in this part of the world.

So -- lucky for me -- Rainier cherries for breakfast, lunch and dinner until I can't find them any longer. I have to stop now, it's very challenging to type with one hand and eat cherries and spit out pits with the other. So...cherries rule today! It's a bit of a consolation prize for putting up with gray skies and rain and temps in the low 60s. In case you doubt my weather-reporting skills -- the picture of the weather vane at Bauman's gives you a pretty good indication that I don't speak untruths.

The Power Has Left the Building

2011-06-24T16:41:00.000-07:00

I was heading out this afternoon to mail a few parcels and run to the grocery store when I heard the postage meter reset itself and then I heard the printers click off; but it still didn't register as a problem. A few minutes later, I heard the ringing of the phone from the garage and immediately thought there must be a problem with the answering machine. Sure enough the answering machine was off, along with all the electronic equipment in the office, lights were nonfunctional. Handygirl that I am, I checked the fuse box and flipped a few switches...no response. I picked up the phone in the garage (aka shipping department) and got a dial tone. There is something to be said for the old technology -- the phone out there is from the 60s, a "Princess" style wall phone that is ugly avocado green and requires no electricity to function properly. When I moved in to this place I couldn't bring myself to change it up -- you see I have a penchant for things of the past. I thought about going my way and running my errands but stopped when I realized not only would the garage door not open, there was a good chance they would not be able to check me out at the store. So I was pretty much stuck here for a bit.

In the silence of the power outage, I flashed back to 1967 and life in Sunset Beach in SoCal. I used to shop at Woody's Market -- times were much different then. Woody's was a little mom and pop store that had been in operation for years and was now run by the son of the original owners. To get what I needed, I just had to leave my front door, walk across what used to be the Red Car tracks and enter the back door of Woody's on the corner of 10th and Pacific Coast Highway. Every thing I wanted was right there -- and here's the kicker. When they checked me out on some old-fashioned kind of register, they handed me the receipt, I signed the back, they then slipped it back in a paper envelope and at the end of the month, I went in, they totaled the receipts and I paid what I owed. They simply knew me so they trusted me. Sounds crazy, but I hold fond memories of that little store. One day while passing the meat counter I overheard Mrs. Turner, who must have been a hundred years old and was one of the longest living residents of Sunset Beach, ask Dave, the butcher, for a chicken chest. Yes, a chicken chest...she was a proper woman and just couldn't bring herself to say the word "breast!" I looked at Dave we both smiled and went about our business. I visited with Mrs. Turner several times a week -- she had the best stories of rumrunners on the beach during prohibition, old beaux and a life well-lived in that little corner of the world. I know people say you shouldn't look back, but I like looking back. I think it is important to look back and to hold on to dear memories. So, to better fit my personality, I've changed up the saying -- "it's okay to look back, but you just can't stare."

When I think about it all, I really feel fortunate to have lived the life I have...through it's ups and downs...it's all been very good and truly wonderful. I don't think there is one thing I would change...at least not that I can think of a this moment in time. (Okay, so there are a few men I wish i hadn't dated and I am sure they feel the same way about me.) So, that being said, once again, I find myself at the end of a post feeling grateful and content. It's a very good place to be.

The Mountain is Out!

2011-06-21T17:23:00.000-07:00

First day of summer and this afternoon I was gifted this view of Mt. Hood. Taking a break from the office and studio I thought it would be a perfect day to take a quick run to Fessler's and gather just a few more plants before they closed for the season. This was my view as I pulled into the parking area. I grabbed my mobile so I could share it with all of you. For those of you who don't know, this is Mt. Hood -- which I have had a love hate relationship with since about 1980 when I took a tumble while skiing at Timberline, thus ending my formerly enjoyable skiing adventures. While the years have come and gone, I still have the achy shoulder and hip to remind me of that day. But maybe it's time to put that all behind me...you think? That being said -- whenever I do get a glimpse of the mountain it still makes me gasp. Yes, gasp...it rises in all its glory unlike the mountains I was so used to seeing in SoCal, Mt. Hood just seems to pop up out of the flat ground -- I guess the rise to the mountain is gradual enough that from a distance you don't really notice. The fact that, with the weather being what it is in this part of the world, we don't get to see the mountains all that much...clouds you know...so when I am given the chance I usually take full advantage. Today was no exception. In the distance I could also see the top of Saint Helen's, well, if you can still call it the top after it erupted about the same time I was zipping down a glacier on another mountain (hm-m-m wonder if there is a connection?) and, in the other direction I could see Mt. Jefferson. Sadly, there was enough haze or dust in the air that I knew the mobile wouldn't capture those images so I stuck to getting the best and quickest shot I could of Hood. While I do a lot of grumbling about the rain and gray weather here, I totally get why people are attracted to this area. If you are an outdoors type then this is the place for you. There is such a wide variety of locations. So wide, in fact, that you can be at the beach, the mountains or the wine country all in the blink of an eye. And, what's more interesting is that all of those spots have something to offer year-round. Yes, snowboarders of all types, flock to Mt. Hood throughout the summer months -- it's one of the few places that they can "represent" no matter the season. I wonder how many of them will be complaining about hips and shoulders thirty years from now? Just a thought. Anyhow, in the grand scheme of things there are some pretty spectacular things to see no matter where you are. As I am known to say...you just have to keep your eyes open.

Morning Moon

2011-06-17T18:19:00.000-07:00

Trust me when I say that I am not a morning person. But, living as far north as I do, this time of year the "nights" are very, very, very short. The sun does not go down until a bit after ten in the evening and then, when it's not shrouded in the clouds, it comes up again about five in the morning. I hate having heavy blinds or curtains on the windows in my house, makes me feel very closed in for some reason. It's true, even when I lived in NYC, I did not have window treatments that cut off my view or the view of others (as in those looking into my place) -- so I guess it's safe to say I'm a bit claustrophobic. I digress here but one beau that I dated for a few years while living in NYC told me that he paid his rent my renting binoculars to the guy who lived in the apartment across from my place! Sorry, I just can't seem to bring myself to cover the windows. In this house, my bedroom faces east which means when the sun comes up on a non-cloudy day it streams through my window and across the bed. While it gives me a cozy feeling, to Beatrix, the wonder Cairn, it means she should be up and exploring the yard; tracking the critters that came through during the dark hours while she slept .

Well, this morning, when I sleepily got up to open the door for her -- this is what greeted me. A beautiful morning moon. The glow on the back yard was so beautiful -- enough so I actually stood out there and gazed up at the glowing orb. I tried to capture the spirit of the moon with the camera on my cell phone. Remember it was 5:23 a.m. so my brain was not functioning on full throttle and I didn't think to get the "good" camera and snap a few shots. So this is what I got. The back of my house faces west so the moon was on its way down while the sun was slowly rising in the east. I think the color of the moon reflected a bit of the morning glow of the sun. Whatever it was it made me stop, stare, snap a few images and then sit out back and simply breathe in the morning air and enjoy the moments before the moon disappeared. Working on moonstone today -- it just seemed like the right thing to do.

Beatrix, Fesslers and Weekend Plans

2011-06-10T12:02:00.000-07:00

Guess what's on the agenda for the weekend? We drove over to Fessler's Nursery today and picked out the plants for the patio. Fessler's is a wholesale nursery best known for fuchsias, geraniums and azaleas and is located out in the "country" a few miles from the center of Woodburn. After living in NYC and buying plants for my terrace every year, I am still surprised at the fact that I can get about five times the number of plants for about one-fourth of what I paid in the city. And, I don't have to load them in a taxi to get them home! Today I loaded them into the back of a friend's car. Beatrix, the wonder dog/gardener, had to supervise to be sure that I didn't forget to get her favorites, too. I mostly go for the Martha Washington variety geraniums primarily because they remind me of my grandma. She had what seemed like thousands of all different colors in her yard. And, since it was in SoCal, they bloomed all year long. To me they look inviting and old-fashioned. I also like them, because it seems that I can actually keep them alive throughout the summer months here. I like to underplant some smaller little plants like alyssum and lobelia and some tiny little things which....wait...I have to go get the label to see what they are called. Be right back. Good Lord....calibrachon is their proper name. To me they look like tiny petunias and I like the white and coral colors with a few pinks to blend with the geraniums. Oh, since I couldn't find the Chinese lantern plant that I had last year, I found brown-eyed Susan's that are a soft coral color and the vine-like branches look as if they will climb up the patio posts in a similar fashion as the Chinese lantern. So keep your fingers cross that they all survive. The nurseries here opened very late this year because of the unusually cold and cloudy days we have had in this area. Even in the greenhouses, they depend on sunlight to grow -- so without sunshine -- no plants! I've been anxiously waiting for the Fessler's outing and today was the day. Even though the sun is not shining...the plants look happy sitting in the patio just waiting their turn.

Celebration Time is Here!

2011-06-09T11:53:00.000-07:00

Why am I dancing around the studio today? And, why am I doing it without any music? Once again -- I am reminded that it is, indeed, the little things in life that are so very important. What little thing happened to me today that has me jumping for joy? Today, after all these long months, I was actually able to put my bra on like it was intended. Yes, I know...weird. But I was able to reach around the back and hook it without pain! Remember me telling you about my rotator cuff injuries way back in 2010, and how I wanted to avoid surgery if possible, and how disappointed I was when the local accupuncturist gave up on me? Well, with lots of patience and some slow but beneficial exercises, I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel and guess what, it's not an oncoming train! While I am still being very careful with what I do and how I do it when the shoulders are involved, I am beyond thrilled that this day has finally arrived. Let me just say this, you don't realize how much you use your shoulders in common every second activities. And, to have them functioning in a healthy way makes me feel like dancing. So I am celebrating in the studio while wearing the perfect "Pop the Bubbly" bracelet and enjoying a fresh raspberry scone from the bakery at Bauman's Farms and a freshly brewed cup of Peet's French Roast (decaf of course) from my very own kitchen. Grab your coffee and get your celebration on. And, remember to be grateful for every little move you make.

Capri and Magnificent Surprises

2011-05-30T17:14:00.000-07:00

People often ask me where I find my inspiration -- not only for the styles of my jewelry pieces but for the color combinations. My response is by "simply keeping my eyes open." Mother Nature is the perfect provider for tons of color combos and ideas. In my mind, there is no better model. Case in point. When I first saw the lampwork beads that eventually found their way into this necklace, my mind immediately went to crystal clear Caribbean oceans that truly captivated me years ago. I just remember diving and snorkeling in the waters of St. John's (which was a fairly remote place all those years ago) and being in awe at the colors that surrounded me. Having grown up on the beaches in SoCal, up until my first brush with crystal blue waters, I think the clearest water I had ever experienced was around Catalina Island. While it was beautiful in it's own way -- it is nothing like the color of the waters found in the Caribbean. I knew that I wanted to try and capture that memory with the aqua lampwork beads that have been sitting in my studio just waiting to fall into the perfect piece. This necklace is the result of that long wait.

It's funny how paths cross -- no, hang with me here, this isn't a random thought. Over the last few days, I have so been enjoying looking at the pix posted on Facebook by the editor of Gladys Magazine, Andrea Patrick Forte. She and her husband have just returned from what looks to be a glorious time in Italy and lo and behold -- this image from Capri was included in her photo posts. Wow -- pure and simple. For a writer, my response was pretty lean. The captivating colors in the waters of Capri left me speechless. This time however, my thoughts went to the lampwork beads -- remember, when I first saw the beads on the vendors' table in Tucson, my thoughts went to water. This time around...the water directed my thoughts to the beads. Obtuse, I know...but i'm just wanting to be sure that you haven't dozed off. When I first had the experience of the Caribbean waters, when I first laid eyes on the simple yet stunning aqua lampwork beads, and when I saw the waters of Capri, my beliefs in the unsurpassed talents of Mother Nature where reaffirmed. I guess what I am trying to say with all of this is that if we really pay attention to what comes in and out of our lives, no matter the size, we are gifted with so many magnificent surprises -- miracles of sorts. And, in my mind, that is something to be very grateful for...and, without doubt, I am.

Golf -- It's Just a Game

2011-05-23T17:33:00.000-07:00

On my way out of town I decided to stop and snap a pix of one of the three golf courses in this little community I call home. Yes, folks, that is the "clubhouse" of this public golf course. I have no idea who maintains this little piece of green -- since it is out of City limits -- but I do see people playing there whenever i pass by...weather permitting. I am not sure if it is just a driving range or a 9-hole course or something in between. What I do know is that Beatrix, the wonder Cairn, has many golf balls from what I am sure are disheartened players. You see the Beck Farm we frequently visit is located just across the highway and without missing a day there are new golf balls to be found in the fenced portion of their property.

I learned to play the game way back when -- in my first years at Cal State Long Beach physical education courses were still a requirement. Yes...students were actually required to stay in shape. I figured that golf would be the easiest since it required no special clothing and the minimum of equipment that I could easily carry, so it was my choice for several years. While I never gained any real skill at the game, I did, over time, learn to appreciate it for being much more than what it seems to the innocent onlooker. Golf is a game of consistency -- therefore it is my feeling that unless you play every single day, it is really hard to excel at it. That being said what I did love about the game was the camaraderie of the group I was playing with. In those days we did a lot of hitting the ball and walking (yes, we walked...no carts were provided...so we covered the course the old fashioned way...with our feet) which left us a lot of time to just talk about life in general. Those early years came and went in a blink; but the good times associated with golf never left my memory. Over the years, I dated many a man who fancied himself the golf expert -- hey, now that I think about it, one was a golf pro at a beach side golf course, wonder what happened to him? I have memories of riding along -- not really playing -- at some beautiful courses, usually in the early morning hours, in the desert of SoCal and the beaches of NoCal (well, more central than north). It seemed that no matter where I was at the moment, there was a place to play golf -- case in point, this tiny little golf course. As I went on my way to Dundee, I wondered if people around the world really play for the "score" or if they play for the friendship that comes out of sharing a game together? I'm going to have to ask my brother-in-law who, as far as I know, still gets up at 4:00 every Thursday morning to meet his friends on a local golf course for a friendly game. Yes, they do wear hats with "headlights" on them -- and yes, they are all crazy, but wouldn't miss a game. I have to believe it is for more than just hitting a ball and driving around in a golf cart...don't you think?

A Look Back & A Glimpse Into the Future

2011-05-16T15:02:00.000-07:00

I drive by this historic building several times a week. Located in the historic part of the City of Woodburn, this beautiful building once housed the City Hall. Today was the day I decided to stop for a few seconds and study the building, snap a few images and jot down the information on the For Sale sign that has been posted on the corner in front of the building for several years now.

When I think about expanding Tanya Lochridge Jewelry at some point in the future, I always envision a property of some sort that harbors my home, outbuildings for the jewerly studio/factory and a childcare center that includes a kitchen for preparing the kids' and employees' meals. Grandiose, I know...but it is good to have a dream. While this building doesn't fit into the "farm-type" property I have been thinking about -- with some careful renovation it would be an interesting environment. After checking it out online I figure the top floor would include my living space and the bottom floor would house the jewelry studio/factory, the child care center and the small kitchen. This particular property is zoned commercial so not sure it could be converted into a live/work space and since it is a historical site, the exterior of the building can not be changed...which is fine with me. While there is significant water damage to the interior, there is something about the stately nature of the building -- today surrounded by much newer buildings with little personality and graced by several 100-year-old Victorian homes. While it's historical nature makes it an interesting option -- the best thing is that it is right around the corner from my favorite taqueria in town. Boy, oh boy -- the best food in the world...well not that I have eaten all the food the world has to offer -- but for me, at this moment, it doesn't get much better than Luis's and to think it would be a stone's throw away. So a little something to think about.

Primavera è qui!

2011-05-04T11:21:00.001-07:00

While it sure takes a long tme for spring to reach this part of the world -- it is well worth the wait. It seems that Mother Nature understands our plight of living in the long, long, long (get my drift) cold gray rainy days of winter and, as a reward, she blesses us with some of the most glorious colors in the way of flowers and blue sky. Perfect example -- rosemary in blossom and some yellow flower that I know nothing about. I remember the rosemary growing like hedges around many of the homes in Mill Valley and surrounding valleys of NoCal. The fragrance is heavenly -- if you like rosemary -- and it's perfect for snipping and using in cooking and on the grill. The color of the blossom is a bit unusual -- in that it is vibrant and soft at the same time. It might be that the blossom itself is very soft in design -- which in some way tempers the purple color. The deep green of the leaves is a perfect complement. And, the little yellow flower -- well, what can I say? These are the brightest and cheeriest yellow in a blossom I think I have ever seen. If anyone knows what this plant is -- let me know. Every year I think I am going to take a little snip of it to one of the wholesale nurseries here and ask about it; but I seem to always think about it once I am out and about. Hope you enjoy and that spring has shown up on your doorstep, too!

Techno-Challenge

2011-04-30T09:55:00.000-07:00

I'll agree my head has been a bit fuzzy this week; and working to do my regular tasks took a little more dedicated concentration and double-checking just to be sure things were done correctly. Then it happened -- suddenly and without explanation, my laptop computer that is in my jewelry studio decided it was no longer connected to the wireless network in the house. What?

Okay, I'm pretty tech-savvy (well, that might be a slight over-statement) and, under normal circumstances, I can usually welcome and conquer these types of challenges. So I went through the Rolodex of my mind (does anyone even know what a Rolodex is or was?) and walked step by step through what I thought should bring my network back to normal. Shut both computers down and then warned Beatrix, who has to have her nose in everything I am doing, that I was "going in" to check all the cable connections on the back of the desktop and under the desk. I say "going in" because it is such a tangle of cords and cables back there that a person could go in and never be seen again -- computers, printers, scanners, postal meters, headsets and routers all meet in that one single location. Sometimes I think it would have been wise to go into the cable manufacturing biz -- just in this little location I must have 100+ feet of cable and I am small potatoes by comparison. But I digress. Confident that I had rectified the situation, I rebooted first the desktop and then the laptop. Ah, success...on the desktop. However...not so much on the laptop, I was still getting that annoying error message...you know the one with the tone that sounds like it should end with "you idiot." Dejected, after having sent a text off to my brother-in-law, who I call Rainman since he can figure out any of this techno-crap, only to have him respond with a list of the very same things I already did, I decided to call it quits for the night and just bring in the Big Kahuna, aka my computer guy in the morning.

A few hours later, not being able to just "leave it alone" I went back into the studio, sat with my hands in my lap and stared at the laptop. Suddenly, there it was like a billboard lit up in Vegas. Did you know that in the lower right hand corner of this laptop there is a tiny little switch labeled "Wireless" with the On and Off locations pretty clearly marked? Well, poop. I reached over and sheepishly slid the button to the ON position and booted up and viola -- there it was...IE plain and simple. The only thing I can figure is that it got flipped to the off position when I was on a dusting jag earlier that day. The entire experience was like a little microcosm of life -- makes me wonder how much we miss because we are so looking in all the wrong places. Or maybe, our preconceived ideas serve as the catalyst for us to "force" the big picture when, if we toss away our preconceptions and just let the little components of the picture speak to us, the end result would be a picture that not only functions but is beautiful as well.

Moments

2011-04-28T15:06:00.000-07:00

As I sit here waiting for a friend to come out of brain surgery, I am reminded of just how fragile life truly is. While I have lived most of my years with the belief that life, indeed, can turn on a dime; sometimes we just get so caught up in the "living" part that we forget about the "life" part. Life is truly lived moment by moment -- we are only assured of this exact moment right now. When I was studying acting in NYC, coaches would always remind us to "be in the moment" while on set or stage. I carry that thinking with me in life -- it's so important to be present in each and every moment. So, it is my hope to not sound maudlin with all of this. I am a writer under it all and writing is my way to deal with the challenges that pop up along the path I've chosen. So, while my thoughts are with, and for, my dear friend and his family, it also seems important for me to encourage you to stop for just a moment to give thanks and be grateful for all that you hold in your heart.

Decoration or Touchstone?

2011-04-25T18:44:00.001-07:00

So, I've been on a pendant path of late. Not sure exactly what inspired it; but it's where I've been lately. Perhaps thoughts (or wishes) of warmer days, lighter clothes and just a bob or bit around the neck or maybe a necklace that can be used as a touchstone of sorts, offering a bit of peace in a hectic day. Here's a secret -- I love big pieces of gemstones! Ha -- so okay, not really a secret but it is so true. Something about the way they look, of course, but often times it is as much about the way they feel. Always cool to the touch, and depending on the cut and faceting, in most cases, there is a smoothness about them that can't be copied in plastic. I do know that when I wear a bracelet made from bigger gemstones, I spend a lot of time fiddling with it throughout the day. Not in an "I can't wait to get this thing off kind of way" but in a calming almost meditative kind of way. I know, I know -- it's just jewelry, right? Well, not for me. It seems that I use jewelry for more reasons than pure decoration.

There is much lore around the powers of gemstones -- and it is fun to read up on the different stones. I do think they carry a certain energy of mother earth -- of all things that came before. How could they not? Considering the fact that many of the gemstones I use in my designs are thousands of years in the making (gemstones, not the jewelry...I'm old but not that old) that's a lot of energy to wear. I think my fascination with these simpler designs has to do with showcasing the beauty of a single stone while giving you a touchstone that hopefully offers a bit of calm and peace when you wear and touch it. Not quite sure why I feel the need for this right at the moment -- but I have learned over time that when an inspiration hits me it's best to just go with the flow and see what comes out of the studio. When I follow my heart the result is usually pretty nice -- at least I think so. I hope that you feel the same -- it would be fun to hear your thoughts.

Tiny Gifts of Spring

2011-04-21T14:26:00.000-07:00

Spring finally arrived with three days of glorious sunshine this week! And, today more rain...but somehow it is much more tolerable after the steady sun. Out back, these little gifts were waiting just for me when I went out his morning. I love the tiny little grape hyacinths. Not only is the color lovely, but if you look real close you'll see the tiniest little bell-shaped blossoms, tipped with lavender and white. If that treat for the eyes isn't enough -- take a deep breath and you'll experience their soft sweet smell -- not as heavy as regular hyacinth - but a lighter angelic scent. They just make me smile -- I had to bring some in and nestle them in with my other treasures. I'm inspired -- I want to gather my amethyst -- cape and chevron -- and get hopping on a few new pieces to add to the site. Stay tuned.

Breaking Rules with Beautiful Jewels!

2011-04-12T16:04:00.000-07:00

Oh boy -- while I was trying to do some fancy-schmancy collage image in PhotoShop Elements that included both of these images in one, I just about lost my mind. I am sure it is much easier than I am making it -- but it's another old dog story. That being said -- I am so excited to share an article penned by moi in the new Wedding Issue of Gladys Magazine! Imagine me...writing about wedding jewelry. Not so hard to do really. I am a writer and a jewelry designer -- and I have designed jewelry for brides and wedding participants for many years -- so it shouldn't be too hard to fathom, right? Why then was I stumped when the time came to actually write something entertaining? I think it is one of those things that no matter how many times you do something -- every time still feels like the first. At least to me. When taking on a writing task, other than the blog you are reading, I like to do my homework and be sure I have all the background material needed before I write even one word. I know that I probably gather too much information; but it has always been my experience that it is better to be over-prepared than under-prepared. Since this article was about a few things near and dear to my heart I decided to look back at my own wedding -- I mean way, way, way back. In doing just that, I came across old pix (it's true, they did have cameras in those days!) and I was reminded of many of the challenges I had as a bride. Back then, there were so many rules -- I couldn't have this kind of music, I couldn't have that kind of cake, I couldn't have those flowers mixed together -- honestly, it's no wonder people elope! Anyhow -- the end result is what I think is a fun little bit of prose about breaking the wedding rules -- especially when it comes to jewels.

If you aren't familiar with Gladys Magazine -- I say run, don't walk, to the nearest Barnes & Noble and pick one off the magazine stand ASAP. If you live in a little tiny town like I do and it is a day trip just to get to the bookstore (by the way, I feel your pain) you can subscribe to this unique magazine by visiting http://www.gladysmagazine.com/. And, in just a few days -- there in your very own mailbox will be your very own Wedding Issue to indulge your senses. Don't be expecting your cookie-cutter bridal mag. This issue is filled with magic -- gowns that are exquisite, settings that are beautiful and just lots of uplifting and nice things to experience. Oh, did I mention they highlight one of my old haunts in SoCal -- La Quinta Resort with all their little comfy 1920s casitas. Oh, I remember lots of laughter, some great golf and relaxing days spent there with friends. Sigh...I was actually surprised to see it talked up in the same issue as my article -- coinky-dink? Not sure -- but it was enjoyable for me and I think you will not be disappointed in the magazine. It's a must for all brides-to-be and anyone just wanting an escape from the ordinary. Thank you Gladys for believing in me and my jewelry. I so appreciate your love and support since first we met. And, that my friends, is a message from the heart. Now, go, get your issue before they are all gone.

Jewelry, Grammar and New Technology

2011-04-03T14:19:00.000-07:00

So, today I was adding a few new things to the site. Life being what it is, I also added an update about it on the Tanya Lochridge Jewelry FaceBook page. Don't ask me what I am doing there -- just trying to keep up with the technology of the day I suppose. I do have to say that I haven't even attempted Twitter. I think that technology is best left to the 10-year-olds who understand it all! My biggest concern with the world of this wickedly fast communication is the lack of correct grammar -- or maybe it's not a lack of, but an entirely new language that is emerging as a result of it all and I just don't have the dictionary. Although, the other day when doing some shopping here in town at the checkout stand I actually saw a "Text Dictionary." Oh lord -- at first I thought "hey, I should get this" and in the next moment my thoughts changed to "you don't want to go there." I don't know if it is because I taught school at one time in my life and believed then and still believe now that it is really important for people to use the English language correctly both when speaking and writing; or if I spent a few too many years as a professional "writer" in a series of industries I won't list for fear you'd fall into a trance. Whatever it is...it's making me feel old!

Well that being said -- I don't really know where to go from here. So, I'll leave you with this thought -- in your mind do you think it is a "fad" all this text-speak or do you think it is here to stay and like an old dog, I just can't learn the new tricks?

Window Shopping On a Tuesday

2011-03-29T12:37:00.000-07:00

This morning I decided to take a little stroll through my three favorite stores in NYC. You know, do some research! In days gone by, I loved to actually walk through Bendel's, Bergdorf's and Barney's on a regular basis; but these days I am happy to take a virtual stroll while sitting in my studio on this side of the country. I do miss the physical part of actually touching the jewelry designs. There is nothing like watching the light dance off the stones and the metals -- this is one reason I so love the Tucson Gem Shows. Now there's a venue that encourages touching. You know, now that I think about it, I have never seen a "do not touch" sign there. Okay, so a little digression -- but back to where I began. My look-see today did not disappoint. I was really happy to see so many designers embracing big and luscious opaque gemstones -- as you know, they have long been a favorite of mine. if you have time, you should take a little sojourn and walk through the jewelry sections of your favorite stores and take a gander. But, I hope you will come back to my site when you're thinking you want some labradorite, flourite, onyx or green aventurine to add to your ever-growing and enduring collection. One of the great things I most like about my jewelry (if I can be so humble!) is the fact that it not only works with current trends but it is timeless in nature. You'll be able to wear it today and ten years from today. It's the old cost per wearing equation. It is really investment dressing without having to make a significant investment. Make sense? Good.

A Little Gift...It's a Good Thing

2011-03-27T16:54:00.000-07:00

Today I spent the morning wrapping up items that I am donating for a fundraiser for Junior Achievement Arizona. I love to give when and where I can but it is always a bit of a challenge to select the items to include. I always want to make sure that I choose something that is a good fit for the women in attendance in hopes that they will bid on the pieces. Today, the choice was easy for some reason. I choose one of my necklaces that has been on my top 10 list ever since it came off the studio table. A beautiful long necklace designed around big ol' hunks of rutilated and smoky quartz. The various beads just glimmer and dance as the light hits them and this particular rutilated quartz makes me think of honey or pecan pie which is weird, since I don't think I have ever actually tasted pecan pie. But, I do know how it looks -- and so rutilated quartz makes me think of it. The mind...interesting? Maybe not so much.

In addition, as you know, I love Kazuri beads and it warms my heart to design pieces around the beads I pick every year in Tucson. So, as a way to make a double contribution of sorts, I included this Kazuri bracelet for the fundraiser as well. I was so excited when the dark brown and gold beads came available many years ago -- I think you agree since designs with them have fast become a favorite of my customer-friends. I also think that this particular Kazuri bracelet can be worn in tandem with the rutilated quartz necklace shown. You know me -- I don't like matchy-matchy but I do like items that coordinate nicely. Since some of the glass beads are the same as those used on the necklace -- it all works for me. Of course, I love the deep color of the Kazuri beads -- makes me think of deep, dark yummy chocolate. Gee, do you think it is getting close to dinner time? Thoughts of food are dancing in my head. Anyhow, that being said, I do hope the winners of these pieces love them as much as I do and wear them in good health. It's a bit unusual for me to not know who is wearing my pieces -- I'm like a mother hen and like to keep track of where all my pieces live. Maybe I like it that way because it gives me the opportunity to experience so many walks of life through my jewelry. I don't know...somehow I think my jewelry lives a more exciting life than I do. Could be.

It's About Green and So Much More

2011-03-17T11:16:00.000-07:00

I'd be a fool to think I could surprise anyone by wearing green today...right? So here is what I have on my wrist today in the way of jewelry -- one of my green jade soft bangle numbers, layered with a very early Judith Ripka multi-colored jade piece. However, what's not shown in the image is the green jade bangle I added to the bunch. A bangle that I was gifted back in 1967 -- yes -- 1967 by someone quite special! Wow -- that was a memorable year for many reasons -- one of which was the selling of my first piece of jewelry at the Sunset Beach Art Festival. I guess it's safe to say that Tanya Lochridge Jewelry was born at that very moment in time! So much fun, those Sunset Beach days -- and if I remember correctly, it was about this time of year -- no wait, I think it was in May.

It being St. Patrick's Day and all, I am reminded of my family heritage and those hearty souls who traveled to this country from Scotland, Ireland and Russia in hopes of making a better life for their families. I often wonder if I had been around in those days, would I have had the courage and the fortitude to make such a journey, or would I have contently stayed back waving them off from a front porch somewhere. While I don't know the answer to that question, I do know that I am very happy and grateful to be living in a country based on doctrines that include freedom of speech and religion along with so many other things. So -- that being said, I'll quietly thank all of my relatives who were bold enough to make the long journey so that they could live life as they saw fit -- without religious restrictions and with other freedoms they had not known prior to coming to the United States. Their courage made it possible for me to have a life I love, doing the things that make me happy -- so I am more than grateful to all of them -- there simply aren't words to express that gratitude so I will leave it with a heartfelt "thank you."

Purple -- Fit for Royalty

2011-03-15T12:26:00.000-07:00

The color purple has long been a favorite of mine -- by now you know I don't wear it in clothing (well, I do have a few deep purple hoodies so my global statement isn't entirely true -- oh, and I have a pair of purple loafers -- so okay I'm a liar!) but you get the gist of what I mean -- I do love to wear purple jewelry. Purple gemstones are among my favorites -- Cape Amethyst is top of that list. I also love the fabulous range of purple glass beads that I get from the Czech Republic. Not only are the colors that come out of those glass factories amazing, the quality of those beads is unlike any I have seen. Case in point -- this stunning purple soft bangle The frosting on the cake with this bracelet is the vintage pressed glass beads and faceted clear beads with several different faceting patterns. I am wearing it in combo with a beautiful Judith Ripka bangle with beautiful amethyst stones. Historical, only royalty was allowed to wear purple -- and if you do any research, you'll find purple stones used in crowns and jewelry of those groups around the world. It is truly a combo fit for royalty and it makes me feel like royalty sitting here in the jewelry studio. I don't care that no one will see me today -- I'm still dolled up with my purple and Judith Ripka. Makes me happy on a really rainy, rainy, rainy day.

Treasures That Make it "Home"

2011-03-07T14:49:00.000-08:00

I just finished enjoying the most recent post on a friend's blog that waxes poetic about "homes and how they grow and reflect who we are and where we have been." A touching insight, actually. So naturally, I was inspired to snap a pix of a few treasures that sit on my ever-changing coffee table. Are they still called coffee tables? Not quite sure, but you get the gist. Anyhow, that lovely Baccarat crystal perfume beauty was a gift from Darcy (writer of the Le Petit Chateau blog) -- a thoughtful thank you for being a part of her wedding many, many years ago. That beauty, which is currently nestled in with a Baccarat heart from an old beau, a magical glass ball from a dear friend, pine cones from Cape Cod and seashells from every beach I ever walked, has lived with me...no matter where I called home. Sitting and thinking about the different places I have lived since that beautiful little bottle came into my life makes me understand how for me "life" is definitely in the little things -- not the big grandiose events; but in the tiniest of things. Yes, as you can imagine, my home is littered with special little treasures; and when I look at interior design mags or watch a design show on television my first thought is "where is all their stuff...how do people live without stuff?" You see, to me, the stuff I have sprinkled about is far more than clutter -- it is full of warm, loving and often funny memories, so I cherish it and those memories every day.

Softest of Greens

2011-03-02T11:23:00.000-08:00

Between storms this morning, I wanted to breathe some fresh air so stepped outside to walk the property, breathe deeply and look for signs of spring. I say "walk the property" as if I am living on hundreds of acres, and like Desparado have to "ride the fences!" Well, that's not the case -- in fact, the property in question is quite small, but property none-the-less. I was so tickled to see early signs of spring. The softest of greens beginning to appear. Along with the Japonica, which I talked about a few entries ago, today I see that the daffodils and narcissus are sprouting. There are a few hearty blooms on a group of the daffodils just waiting to pop open on the next sunny day. (I hated to tell them that they might be waiting for a really long time.) A few little white bell shaped flowers are actually in bloom. I know I should know the name of these sweet little things but I have no idea what they are called. I do know that they are cute and whenever I see them I think of fairies and weddings. Mind you, not people weddings, but fairy weddings, under these little bell-like blossoms. Maybe too much gray weather -- making me nuts? All of the azaleas are in bud but no sign of hyacinth. Back in the studio, I wanted to wear something that says "early spring" and offers a sign of hope. So, I immediately went to the beautiful Kazuri piece shown here. The spearmint green of the Kazuri bead looks so peaceful mixed with the prehnite and freshwater pearls. It's just a peaceful bracelet -- and I love the fact that it carries the energy of the women in Kenya who make the stunning Kazuri beads. It's really a lovely thing all around.

Thoughts From Unexpected Places

2011-02-27T17:12:00.001-08:00

I came across a quote from Steve Jobs today. Steve Jobs, I would have never guessed. Don't know why...guess I just never looked in that direction. I do believe that we "find" things when the time is right. Without getting too deep -- like most people in the universe, I have been trying to figure out some things of late. So, that being said, I just wanted to share the quote with all of you.

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma -- which is living with the results from other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And, most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary." -- Steve Jobs

So -- there you go. A bit of food for thought...I believe.

Life is Good

2011-02-26T13:03:00.001-08:00

They say if you see it, it will come! Guess what -- it's here -- the blue sky and sunshine. Needless to say, Bea's a pretty happy camper on her big comfy pillow here in the studio, as am I. There is something to be said about the sun and how it effects energy, at least for me. Bea looks pretty lazy still, but I am getting more done today than I have in quite some time. So all and all -- the sunshine is a very good thing. Now I just need to figure out a way to get her to move over so I can share some of that goodness!

Unexpected Gifts

2011-02-24T14:54:00.000-08:00

I'm sitting here in the studio mesmerized by the snowflakes swirling just outside the window. Seems to be some kind of wind tunnel thing out there -- there are actually little tornadoes of the tiniest snowflakes dancing around. I was working on some new pink designs to add to the site; but for some reason I keep catching myself staring into the abyss of the snow. Today I had one of those "life can be really interesting if you just let it" experiences. I won't bore you with the details but it's all good. I will tell you that it has to do with a guitar that my dad built for me many, many, many years ago that I now have the great fortune to pass on to someone I love. More importantly, I know that my dad is watching it all unfold from someplace -- and I know he is thrilled with it all. So, my lesson in all of this is to be grateful for it all. Gifts come in lots of different forms -- and today I got a really marvelous one in the least expected way, shape and form.

Fickle Weather

2011-02-23T13:43:00.000-08:00

So, why am I feeling like the local weatherperson of late? I just took a gander at the last few site entries...and I am obsessed by the weather. While there are some signs of spring around, today it's icy and they say snow is on the way. I know, I know. What a baby...I can hear all of my friends who live on the other coast calling me names and pointing fingers. Yes, I ran with a mature crowd while living there -- but, heck, we had fun!

Sitting here in my studio, looking out on the icicles, I figure it's the perfect day to work with clear crystal quartz. It's cool looking and calming and I know we will be very happy to wear it all when we are sweltering in the hot humid days of summer. The beauty shown here is a favorite of mine and continues to be a fav of all of yours, too. Luckily, I have a few more of these clear crystal quartz (sometimes called rock crystal) beads to make a few more. So, if it looks like the perfect design for you or a bride you know -- visit my site and scoop them up before someone beats you to it. This summer, you'll be thanking your lucky stars that at least you have something cool to wear around that hot sweaty neck of yours. (Ew-w -- did I just say "sweaty?")

Dragonflies, Blue Skies and Springtime

2011-02-18T11:49:00.000-08:00

It's the perfect day for this vintage-inspired dragonfly lovely. I am so longing for spring, blue skies that stay and all that the season brings, I thought this new piece from the Tanya Lochridge Jewelry Vintage Collection was just the thing to make me smile. While the button that headlines the bracelet is not old -- it is created using vintage molds from the glass factory in the Czech Republic. So in my mind, that makes it vintage. I have so many more buttons of different colors and sizes -- so watch for the vintage collection to grow, grow, grow. Ah, maybe the collection will grow along with some spring flowers? One can always hope, right?

The Sun Will Come Out...Tomorrow

2011-02-16T12:02:00.000-08:00

"Bet your bottom dollar that the sun..." Well, you know the rest. And, we are so waiting for it. Here in the Pacific Northwest, spring is slow in coming. Today, snow in the forecast, cold winds and gray skies. Even Bea looks depressed. What's a dog to do when it's raining and cold out. Come on...there are birds to chase and skunks to hunt -- but sissy that she is, she doesn't like the rain. Can you believe I raised a sissy Cairn?

In order to ward off the ever- present gray and the gloominess that I sometimes feel because of it, today I am wearing a beauty of a bracelet. The carnelian on this piece is happy and a fabulous color. The BIG faceted stones are smooth to the touch and somehow settle my anxious soul. And, surprise of all surprises...I am just wearing one bracelet today. Hm-m-m wonder what that means? Where's the shrink when you need him?

St. Valentine and Memorable Gifts

2011-02-14T15:46:00.000-08:00

The perfect choice for today. You know me, one is never enough. So today, in honor of St. Valentine, I chose this bunch from my collection. The red and black lampwork bead bracelets of my own design (check out the site for others) look nifty worn with a black enamel and crystal bangle from Joan Boyce. Oh how I love the sound it all makes. Did I just say "nifty?" I sure enough did. Weird how words just pop into my mind at times. I sound a bit like Opie Taylor...and now I am dating myself, too.

I just read a bit about the history of Valentine's Day -- I'll spare you the details and just say it has been celebrated for a very, very, very long time. I remember as a kid in elementary school, we would decorate paper bags and hang them on the back of our chairs. Then on Valentine's Day each kid would deliver their Valentine cards into bags of all the kids. Even though every kid in the class brought a card for everyone else in the class, I guess it was always a worry that I would not get anything in my "mail bag!" Do you think that fear carries over to today? Not sure, but I do know that this is a day that puts fear into the eyes of most men. Flowers, candy, jewelry, a blender -- what is the right gift that gives the right message? Sorry, I have no clue on this one -- although I always think that jewelry is a wonderful gift and leaves a lasting impression. I remember the giver of each piece of jewelry in my collection even over all the years. One of my favorite pieces to this day, is a big simulated alexandrite set in sterling silver that my first "real" love brought back for me from a surfing trip in Mexico. Sadly, he is no longer with us, but his memory is alive and well -- that,my friends, is the power of jewelry. So men...maybe you want to give the woman in your life a gift of jewelry...along with the blender she has been drooling over for years...you're sure to be remembered for one or the other. On second thought, maybe...skip the blender and go with the jewelry. The blender can be a surprise for another day -- just an any day gift. Yeah, I think that's the best idea. Be prepared, if you just buy the blender, you may be hunting for a piece of jewelry as a "I'm such an idiot" make-up gift. So save the grief and settle on jewelry from the start. You can never go wrong with that. Right ladies?

Japonica and Sunshine

2011-02-10T11:18:00.000-08:00

What more could a person want. Sunshine for a few days now -- I'm thinking two and it seems that the sun will stay for yet another day! The bigger surprise was that the huge Japonica outside one of my window is actually in bloom! Not just buds -- but blooming with glorious scent and all! Oh happy day. While it is always the first to bloom, it seems really early this year. Maybe it's further proof that spring will be early this year. What did that fuzzy groundhog tell us? Keeping my fingers crossed. I'm celebrating the season with a trip to the dentist. I know, I know -- it sounds weird; but I am a bit obsessive about my teeth and unfortunately I have yet to find a dentist here that makes me happy. So, off to a new one that a friend recommended a few towns over. I so loved my dentist in NYC -- in fact, I think it is safe to say, I had a little crush on him but he was always asking about a very cute female friend of mine. So clearly, he had no interest in me...other than my teeth! Always the bridesmaid I suppose.

Speaking of bridesmaids, I just finished up my article on bridal jewelry for the wedding issue of Gladys Magazine. It was a fun write -- made me look back in time -- and remember the trials and tribulations of planning my wedding. That issue of Gladys will be on newsstands April 10th -- but meanwhile, if you scurry you might be able to catch their travel issue which has the most amazing photos of Greece. Simply beautiful -- sunshine and water -- how can you go wrong? So run and get it now.

Happy New Year!

2011-02-03T18:55:00.000-08:00

Yes, before the night is over, I am jumping in to wish you all a very Happy New Year. As we move into the Year of the Rabbit -- we look forward to all things good, prosperous and peaceful. Of course, when the Chinese New Year comes around, I am reminded of the fun I had standing on my terrace in NYC watching the celebration in the street below. While I lived on the Upper East side of the city, I was lucky to have a large Chinese restaurant attached to my condo building. And every year, which is the custom, they would have drums, firecrackers and the red dragon dance on the sidewalk in front of the building. What fun -- and all I had to do was step out my door! I love the multicultural energy in New York -- it was an honor to be included in a wide variety of festivities -- and Chinese New Year falls into that joy.

While the bracelet shown here is made of Kazuri beads, it is red. In Asian culture red is a powerful color -- strong and bringing good fortune to those who wear it. So, I thought it was a fitting design for the day. It's interesting, I am wearing a bracelet that incorporates beads made by the women of Kenya while celebrating the coming of the Year of the Rabbit while sitting here in the Pacific Northwest. To top it all off, I am posting an entry on my blog that is read by followers around the globe. Wow -- when I think of all the technology we have at our fingertips today, I often wonder what my grandmother would have thought of it all. Makes me smile -- because somehow I think she would have been amazed -- just as I am every day of the year. So, on that note -- Happy New Year to you all. Make it a great one.

Birthdays and Memories

2011-01-29T13:06:00.000-08:00

This past week was my dad's birthday -- he would have celebrated 89 years. So, naturally, I have been giving him a lot of thought. He was a creative guy with a very dry sense of humor -- things I admired in him. I do think that he inspired me in those two areas. Creativity has always been part of my soul -- and it's not just about jewelry. I have spent the better part of my life looking for ways to channel my creativity. I do believe that he felt that creativity could be a salve, of sorts, for the soul and I carry that thinking through my life. It was always fun to share my ideas with him. He simply "got it." He understood the creative process and the isolation that comes with it at times. Here's a perfect example -- this image from a letter he wrote and illustrated to his sister from Iwo Jima, World War II, where he was stationed. Even under the most dire of circumstances, he was able to find humor in his surrounding -- this ditty about the mice on the island is a glowing example of using his humor as a way to cope with the trials and tribulations of life. So with the passing of his birthday, I want to thank him for the special gift of creativity that he gave me.

Just the Perfect Combination

2011-01-24T11:56:00.000-08:00

Today this was just the right combo to wear -- but I did add in the green aventurine number shown in my last post to the mix. I know, I know -- it's a lot of beads; but that's the way I like it. Thinking about the upcoming Chinese New Year -- Year of the Rabbit this morning and for some reason the red poppy jasper, green aventurine, smoky quartz and carnelian just made sense to me. I know it sounds weird -- but many times I think my jewelry picks me. Yes...I said it picks me. While this has been in my collection for quite some time, it's been a long while since its last wearing. And, this morning, when I was scouting to see what jewelry "felt right," this just jumped out at me with a big "choose me!" So that is exactly what I did. Layered with the early Joan Rivers enamel bangle and the green aventurine simple bracelet -- it all has good energy. I do think there is something to the power of colors -- but I won't do into that right at the moment. Heck, I have a newsletter to get out. Can you believe, January is almost over and I haven't done one e-mail newsletter yet? Better get scooting. Enjoy your day -- and wear some color!

Solitude, Quiet and the Magic of Beads

2011-01-18T19:29:00.000-08:00

While I want to be Susie Sunshine most of the time, there are times in my life, as I am sure there are in yours, that are a bit more challenging for me. For the last several years, I have been struggling with shoulder issues -- too many sports-related injuries as a kid, too much computer time, Blackberry and...heavy sigh...jewelry making. Yes, jewelry making. You'd never think that it could be physically difficult but believe me...the way I do it, it can be. I was so lucky to be in the hands of a wise Chinese medicine doctor in New York City who worked his magic with acupuncture and ancient "hot ginger treatments" when I would get into a flare state. Sadly, try as I might, I have not had the good fortune to find someone here who can do the same and believe me I have looked. I thought I may have met his match several weeks ago; only to be told yesterday that he was not able to treat me any longer since we were not making as much progress as he would like to see with acupuncture and physical therapy and that it was probably best to see my "doctor" for tests. Well, clearly, I was not ready to hear those words and, yes, in his office and then out in the car, I had a complete meltdown. It doesn't matter your age -- we are all entitled to meltdowns, to just let it all out no matter the place or time and just give in to ugly-face crying. That is what I did. My little Beatrix sat in her carseat offering compassion and love as only a four-legged furry friend can do -- and I love her for that, more than words can say. Well, I finally drove home and rinsed my face with cool water hoping the puffiness would subside before I ran the rest of my errands. Heck, I could have saved myself some time by just hanging my head out the window on the ride home, letting the cold rain that was falling depuff me. But, clearly, I wasn't thinking straight!

This morning I was still feeling a need for solitude and quiet and peacefulness all around. It was a perfect day for the simple yet strong green aventurine and crystal quartz bracelet that always brings me a sense of peace and grounding. It makes me feel peaceful when I look at it; but it also works like worry beads when I rub it. I worked through the day, with breaks here and there and exercises to try to work through the pain. I am convinced that I can make the shoulders better if I just keep a positive attitude about it and keep working on them. So, as evening comes, I honestly understand that my shoulders are no greater than a fly speck on the wall in the grand scheme of this thing called life. I'm lucky really, it's just my shoulders. I am fully aware that there are people with much greater challenges in their lives and my heart and love goes out to them. So, maybe it's the magic of the beads or maybe it is the magic of the years of life I have been fortunate enough to live. I do feel better tonight...if not physically...definitely emotionally.

Making My Own Sunshine

2011-01-13T10:25:00.000-08:00

When you live in a part of the world where days and weeks and even months can pass without seeing or feeling the sun, you've just got to learn to make your own light and warmth. So, that is exactly what I did this morning. I donned this lovely yellow jade, crystal quartz and smoky quartz super long necklace -- worn over an ivory turtleneck. It's just what I needed to spark the day. No sunshine always makes me think back to some time I spent in Oslo (yes, the Oslo way up there in Norway). I happened to be there during the time of year when the sun really never sets -- it just moves from one side of the sky to the other. It is a strange sensation -- hard to keep track of time without looking at your watch. I suppose that if you live with that experience year after year you get used to the idea. But for me, those were the longest 10 days of my life, which really felt like one day that just wouldn't end. I remember complaining to some Italian docs I was working with about too much sun and too much light and they kindly listened to my whining as we sat outside in the sunlight of a restaurant in the middle of the early morning at a time when most people were at home sleeping soundly. Well, maybe living in the Pacific Northwest these days is payback for all that silly whining -- a personal lesson for me in the joy of sunshine and how there can never be too much!

Gladys Magazine -- You're A True Beauty

2011-01-06T13:38:00.000-08:00

Oh the splendor of seeing the oh-so-handsome Vincent Irizarry in the latest issue of Gladys Magazine that arrived in my mail box this afternoon. Yes, the same Vincent Irizarry that you know as Dr. David Hayward in "All My Children" -- gee, a handsome guy who can write -- always a thrill for me. (It's true -- he is a regular contributor to Gladys.) It's almost too much for my mind to absorb. Gosh, I am so easily distracted these days -- so back on task here. I wanted to let you know that jewelry from the Tanya Lochridge Jewelry Collection is featured once again in both The Jewel Box and the Secret Shopping Treasures sections of the magazine. And, as if those two things aren't treasure enough -- it is fun to to see a wide variety of people and their pets. The special tribute to Max Forte -- the wonder dog -- will touch your heart -- so get out those tissues before you read the magical words that finish out this issue.

I can't leave without thanking Andrea Patrick Forte and everyone involved in the publication for the beautiful images of Greece. Sitting here in the gloom of the Pacific Northwest, I'm wishing that I was Samantha Stevens and with just the twitch of my nose I would be transported to those lovely islands for some sun, good food, the sea and time with wonderful people. Since I am not of Bewitched fame, I'll be happy with looking at the glorious photos that so capture the beauty of all that is Greece and leaf through the pages of Gladys when I feel the need for sunshine and inspiration. The heavy sighing you hear will just be me...so not to worry. If you want to share in the fun, Gladys Magazine has national distribution and can be found at most Barnes & Noble locations. Visit h ttp://www.gladysmagazine.com/ for a taste of what they're all about.

Girl Gone Mad!

2011-01-04T13:00:00.001-08:00

Just when you think you know my style of design I go and do something that throws you off...but just a little. I have long had a fascination of all things small (thus explaining many of the men I dated over the years!) -- and many of those tiny things can be found in the least unexpected places, including hardware stores. Sigh...should a normal girl (I use the word loosely today as a self-descriptor) get giddy in a hardware store? All those nuts, bolts, wire, slugs (not the squishy kind that grow to the size of manatees here in Oregon, but the metal kind of slugs is what I'm referencing), cording, rope -- oh the list is endless. While it wasn't really a hardware store, one of the many part-time jobs I held while in undergraduate school was working for a sailboat manufacturer in Belmont Shore. Anyone who has ever owned a boat knows how many bits and pieces of things it takes to keep them sailing. And, in those days all those glorious bits and bobs were all brass. Well, no surprise, I had a blast finding the most creative way to incorporate those pieces into bags and jewelry -- even then, back in the day, I was clearly well on the road to lunacy -- finding a way to work small things into my life.

That being said, while in Tucson 2010, you can imagine my joy when my niece discovered a vendor who carried tons of twisted wire in all kinds of metals, sizes and shapes. It was a proud moment for an aunt...knowing that I have had some influence on the girl over the years! She finds the best things -- and since she is quite young, her vision is much better, so often she finds things I miss altogether. She's the perfect picker and Tucson Gem Show shopping companion! Over the months I have played with several of the those magical wire beads -- working them into pieces that showcase my personal spin. I love surprises -- mixing metals, textures, colors and the totally unexpected and I think it shows in my jewelry. Here are two pieces that have recently been added to my web site, which means they are at this moment in time, for sale -- and don't despair, there are similar designs sitting on the bench in my studio as we speak. But, believe me when I say that most of these pieces are truly "one-offs" -- meaning there is only ONE of each design. So my best advice to you -- if you see it, buy it. Nothing is worse than seeing something, deciding you can't live without it, going back to buy it and truly make it your own only to see that darn "Sold Out" tag at the end of the item description. Bummer! Okay, back to work...for all of us now. Oh, I am at work right now. I have so much fun with the business of jewelry, I sometimes forget that it is actually what I do for a living! Hope you're as lucky as I am -- I love what I do!!!

It was a Great Day for a Birthday

2010-12-14T14:37:00.000-08:00

Last night, Bea and I packed up and drove over to the Beck Farm to celebrate my birthday with a yummy home-cooked meal of roast "beast" and mashed potatoes. Good stick-to-your-ribs food topped off with a fudge cake. Earlier in the day, I celebrated while I worked in the studio by wearing this stunning combo. Yes, that is one of my red-black lampwork bead three-strand bracelets a bit of an unusual combination. But you know me -- one is never enough. So I added the latest Joan Boyce beauties in black diamond with the beautiful glass cream pearls. I just love the look. Makes me think of the "Twilight" series. For those of you who don't know of Joan Boyce, you can go to HSN.com and check out page after page of really lovely things and the quality of those pieces is beyond compare. And, if you are lucky enough to be in Aspen, you can look at her "real jewels" there. This mix also makes me think of the movie "Kate and Leopold" in the scenes from the early days in NYC. Don't you agree that these pieces would really finish off a little black dress on New Year's Eve? And in a strange but beautiful way, I can see a bride wearing this on that special day. Totally unexpected, but then that's what makes styling so much fun. It all fits with my ever-present thinking -- why does anyone want to wear exactly what someone else is wearing? I love when I get pix from one of you showing me how you styled my designs and made them your own. No one wants to be a sheep -- moving along with the crowd -- unless, of course, you are getting on the 6 train in NYC at 8:00 in the morning. When it comes to jewelry and fashion, the fun part is creating your own style and making and leaving your unique impression.

Turquoise, Rainbow Hickoryite and Assignments

2010-12-10T12:28:00.000-08:00

Today I was feeling as if I needed to be a bit grounded. Somehow yesterday got away from me and all the things on my "to do" list just didn't get done. I felt a bit like a hamster on the treadmill -- running as fast as all get out but getting no where even faster. When I see and wear turquoise it always makes me happy -- and the Jay King Mine Finds three-strand beauty shown here with one of my rainbow hickoryite designs makes me feel very happy, relaxed and focused. I first started working with rainbow hickoryite several years ago after discovering it in Tucson; it felt lucky from the get-go. Don't ask me to explain it -- I just get these "funny feelings" at moments in my life that things are on the right path. When I held the beads that day I felt a warmth radiate from them. Maybe because they remind me of my dad for some reason -- he always took me along to buy the exotic woods he used in creating his guitars -- so my love of fine woods was honed at an early age. And, maybe because when I see beautiful stones like these, I am reminded of the greatness of Mother Nature, and I understand the importance of doing her proud with the jewelry I design. While my thinking makes me feel very small -- I understand that no matter my size I still have an important task to tend to while on this planet. I do believe that if I can make one person happy when they see or wear a piece of the jewelry I make then I feel as if I am doing the job that I was assigned. I know, I know -- maybe a bit philosophical for this time of day -- but one of the hazards of working alone -- I spend a lot of time in my own head without interruption or censorship. That can be a blessing or a curse -- today I think it's a blessing.

Life, the DMV and John Lennon

2010-12-08T20:41:00.000-08:00

Well, today was the day to renew the driver's license. Yes, it's coming on my birthday (trying not to freak out about that fact but that's another story best left for another day) and that means that my current license was due to expire so I had to bite the bullet and renew. In this part of the world, that means you actually have to take a written test -- well, it is not really written any longer since it is all computerized in this day and age. Good student that I am I got the manual last week and actually read through and studied the contents. I was amazed at how much there is to know about driving a car these days. Now, as you know, I'm not new to the driving world; in fact, I have been driving for more years than many of you have been alive! So why was I so jittery about this darn test? Driving to the DMV office it actually hit me that I hadn't been this nervous about taking a test since the final in that damn (and yes, I am swearing) damn (there I said it again) finance class I hated in B-School. Now that's just nuts, right?

After showing enough documentation to prove that I am indeed a living breathing soul I went to the computer kiosk tryng to ignore my pounding heart. There was no time limit, so that made me feel a bit better and there is a way to skip questions and return to them later...unlike the finance final that was timed with a TICK, TICK, TICK obnoxious timer. I relaxed a bit on the first question -- one of the multi choice answers actually made me laugh out loud. So, okay. someone in the State has a sense of humor. As I completed the final question and was being congratulated on the monitor, I heard John Lennon's Happy Xmas playing on the Muzak (or whatever it is called today) buzzing through the small space. John Lennon singing a song about war being over -- written all those years ago and somehow still very relevant in today's world. Needless to say, I sat there quietly and waited for the song to end. John Lennon lyrics pushed aside for a moment, I finished up the process, had a pix taken, thanked everyone for making it a pleasant experience and walked out of the building.

In the car, where Beatrix was waiting, it hit me...today is December 8th. It was this day, in 1980, that John Lennon left this place. In an act that still makes no sense to me at all -- one of the greatest poets or our time was gone...in a flash. I made the short drive home no longer focused on the silliness of a license to drive -- life is a much bigger thing and we don't know how it all works; but what I have learned in the years I have lived is that it is so important to be kind, loving and sharing every moment of every day because we don't know when that moment will be our last. So friends, remember that kindness, loving and sharing should be a part of who we are, not just during the holiday season, but every day of the year no matter who we are or where we live.

Black Friday -- There I Said It!

2010-11-26T15:04:00.001-08:00

I couldn't help myself -- I have been hearing all about Black Friday since, let's see sometime in July maybe. I've been telling myself that I am not going to get sucked into all the hype so I made a deliberate effort not to refer to it in my blog or on my jewelry site or in my jewelry e-mail -- but today I just had to blurt it out...once! So, I cracked -- maybe weak from too much pumpkin pie or a bit of tryptophan fallout?

Anyhow, this is my idea of what a real Black Friday, or any day for that matter, should look like, Two of my rope designs, one looking very 20s vintage with it's soutache bead and the other being right on trend with it's glowing gray mother-of-pearl and freshwater pearl beads partying with my latest acquisition from Ms. Joan Boyce who sells her beauties on HSN. The cuff shown here is a lovely black enameled number with sparkling and perfectly set crystals dancing all around. Yes, I am wearing all three as I create this post -- wouldn't you do the same? It's a bit sassy, I say. By now you've got me figured out --- well, that's a gross overstatement but I mean figured out when it comes to styling jewelry. (Just a note -- no one, including me will ever have "me" figured out! And, believe me hordes of people have tried...but to no avail.) But back to the jewelry, I love mixing it up, wearing the unexpected and making it a lot of fun. Here's a perfect example of that. But wait...there is more. I can't wait for the latest Joan Boyce to arrive -- a black diamond and pearl set that I am sure will be just as fabulous as the others I have of hers. And, I have a sneaking suspicion that the new pair will be just as excited to play with some new friends from my collection. So much fun...this jewelry stuff. I just wish I had more wrists!!! But I am thankful that I have two with lots of room between wrist and elbow. I say "stack 'em up and have a ball."

In Honor of Disabled Veterans

2010-11-11T10:54:00.000-08:00

Today is a day to stop and think about those in our lives who served to help protect our country and our right of freedom. My list is long -- and it starts with my dad who served in the U.S. Navy during WW II stationed on Iwo Jima. The list continues from there with family and friends, both male and female, who did what they could to help support our rights as human beings. When I heard that Diane Musselmann, a lifetime friend and widow of war veteran, Kenny Musselmann, was putting together an awareness and fundraising project in support of the first national memorial dedicated to the disabled veterans from all wars, the American Veteran's Disabled for Life Memorial, I was inspired to help out where and how I could. Diane completed her "Walking for Those Who Can't" venture in October -- walking from the VA Hospital in Long Beach and ending at the VA Hospital in San Diego -- a ninety-mile trek completed in one week all the while pushing Kenny's empty wheelchair. On November 10th, Diane was in Washington, D.C. at the official groundbreaking of the memorial -- something that she and Kenny had envisioned for years.

I created the red, white and blue bracelet, shown layered here with others from my personal collection, as a way of supporting the overall effort. The first bracelet out of the studio is being wrapped and sent to Diane today. I included an "inspire" charm on hers. Why? Kenny and Diane are inspiring people -- their kids and grandkids, I'm sure, would agree. The life they had together and the life that continues is nothing short of inspiring and I want to share that with all of you. In my little way of helping and asking you to join the cause, twenty percent of the retail price of this bracelet will be donated to the American Veteran's Disabled for Life Memorial fund -- and not just for today, or for this month, but for as long as I am able to make them. For more information about the memorial and to read the details of Diane's walk, click here. And, remember to take a bit of time and thank those who served or are serving in order to protect our freedom and not just today, or this month -- they should be remembered and thanked every day of every year. And, when someone asks about the beauty of a bracelet you are wearing, take a few minutes to share the story of the memorial and what it represents. It'll make your heart feel good -- I know it does mine.

The Magic of Music

2010-11-02T15:35:00.000-07:00

Sitting in the studio this afternoon, enjoying the sun as it streams in the large window and listening to allclassical.org, the classical station here in the Portland area. First, I have to say, the station is without competition...in my book at least. And, yes, it beats the hell out of the station I listened to for 10 years while living in New York City. Sorry, but it's the truth. The station here is member-sponsored and that means no annoying commercials and the breadth and depth of their playlist never ceases to surprise me.

Today was no exception. A lovely baroque piece, which I don't think I've heard before, had me completely mesmerized in the first few, very distinct, baroque beats. The timing on baroque music must play with the brain -- at least it does with mine. Perhaps that explains some of my quirkiness? While listening I had to do everything in my power to not throw down my project at hand -- I wanted to run to the armoire and grab my recorder that I haven't played in a thousand years. I was so wanting to play along with some fun improvisation and just go with the music. Baroque music is among my favorite -- maybe at the top of the list, but not quite sure. The piece I was listening to reminded me of the overwhelming magic of music. You see, I always think "merriment" when I hear anything from that period in time. Strange, I know, considering that by today's standards, life could be pretty cruel and not so pretty, I am guessing, in those days. But somehow, the making of music with simple instruments and lots of people joining in brought joy and happiness into their lives; and in my book, that's a good thing. A very good thing, in fact. I was also transported back to my undergrad days when I had the great fortune to play with a small group of friends just for fun. The group was headed by a professional renaissance musician who had the most glorious collection of period instruments and she actually let us play them!!! Ah youth, what fun...even after all these years, the joy of the music we made then still rings true in my spirit.

So you're asking yourself "what does this all have to do with jewelry?" And, my response is "nothing really" but it does have to do with my life and in some way, that experience has to make itself apparent in the jewelry I design for all of you. Yes?

It's A Glam Thing -- a big THANK YOU!

2010-10-27T10:07:00.000-07:00

What a fabulous surprise. Lisa, from itsaglamthing.com, highlighted the All Things Pink! section from my site in her Lisa's Latest Fave Finds section on her web site! So exciting and completely unexpected. Not only did she include a pix of the fabulous pink lampwork heart rope style bracelet shown here, she also mentioned Susan G. Komen and Kate's Kids 4 the Cure, the two non-profits who receive donations from every sale of a design from the All Things Pink! section.

I'm thinking you might be happy to know that the All Things Pink! items are available on the site year-round and new designs are added just about every week. That means you can help out the two non-profits and your sister-friends year-round -- since breast cancer is not just an October thing. Wearing something from the All Things Pink! group, reminds you and all who see the pretty pieces that we need to be aware of breast cancer all months of the year -- and wearing something pink is a nice way for you to help create awareness. When someone compliments you on the pretty pink bracelet or necklace you are wearing (and believe me they will) -- that's your opportunity to tell the breast cancer awareness story and remind women of the importance of self-exams and mammograms. We are all sisters and because of that we want to take care of each other. Agree? So, thank you Lisa from itsaglamthing.com, for helping to spread the word. And, thank you to all of my "pink girls" who shop the site and wear their treasures with a happy heart and a big smile!

Thank You weezies.com!

2010-10-23T17:37:00.000-07:00

Happy day for me here -- weezies.com included a review of three of my favorite bracelets on their site today. As I write the word favorite -- I had to laugh at myself as I think every piece I make is "my fav!" Guess I am like a mom who thinks that each of her children is her favorite in one way of another. (Is that sentence grammatically correct?) I love the Kazuri bead bracelets for their haunting beauty and for the little bit of good we all are doing by helping to support women and their families in Africa. You know me, I believe that even tiny little actions can have a profound effect -- so with each Kazuri bead I use and you wear, we are working to make a difference in someone's life. And, of course, the rope style is fast becoming one of my best-selling designs. I think it is because they are different from the norm -- they each tell a unique story and you can collect and layer and layer and layer...well, you get the idea. Gemstones, like this milky aqua and smoky quartz, mixed with Czech glass and Swarovski crystals -- how can you go wrong? If you want to know more about the special Kazuri beads, just click here and you"ll be swept away to my site where I talk about the amazing beads and the story behind them. You can read the fun weezies.com review by clicking on this link,

Handcrafted bead, rope bracelets by Tanya Lochridge Jewelry.

Sure Signs of Fall

2010-10-20T15:52:00.000-07:00

I don't care what the color Gods have to say about it -- to me fall will always mean burnt oranges, browns, deep russet and greens. In jewelry those colors translate as carnelian, red agate, green aventurine, smoky quartz and deep green freshwater pearls. Of course, I have to toss in some glittery Czech glass fire-polished beads to represent the sun as it bounces off the colors of autumn. I remember my first "fall" experience when living in Oregon the first time around -- I was driving on the freeway toward Portland and just around one of the bends in the Terwilliger Curves (yes, that is a real place) I gasped as I saw the most glorious play of colors up against the hill. Greens, oranges, reds, russets and the brightest of yellows all playing in the breeze on that bright sunny day. Coming from Southern California I had not really seen the real colors of fall -- okay, so I would see the occasional maple tree that would make a tiny little effort at fall -- but believe me, it's just not the same. While living in NYC, this was my favorite time of year. The miserable humidity of the long hot summer was finally a thing of the past and the trees in Central Park started their fantastic show of color. One cool day, on a walk with a then new friend, we came upon the castle (yes, there is a castle in Central Park) and climbed the stairs to the top. Our reward -- the most glorious splay of vivid bright colors for as far as we could see. This was long before the days of digital camera technology and since the walk was rather spur of the moment, I didn't have my camera with me. But that image will forever stay in my mind -- it was magnificent. How fitting that our walk should end with a stroll through the farmer's market and tasty bites of apples from upstate and Pennsylvania. All and all -- the perfect fall picture.

Clickity-click -- Sounds From My Past

2010-10-14T12:44:00.000-07:00

Today I find myself longing for the unique clickity-click of an old-fashioned push mower. Those of you closer to my age know exactly what I am talking about -- those who are younger, haven't a clue. It's a perfect fall day here -- low 50s, clear blue sky, crisp air, birds right outside my window are gathering their reserves for the winter stay or migrations to warmer parts unknown. I am snuggled in my studio totally engrossed in the creative process, mixing it up with carnelian, smoky quartz and aventurine, windows open, my sweatshirt keeping me toasty. Simply enjoying it. Pow -- I am jolted out of the serenity by the totally annoying and extremely obnoxious sounds of lawn equipment. Let's see, the weed whacker, the edger, the mower and the final smack...that damn leaf blower. Who in the heck invented that tool and hopefully they will spend the rest of their days trapped in a room having to listen to that sound without a break. And, what ever happened to the old fashioned rake? I remember summer days and listening to my dad or my brother (yard work was "man's work" in those days) mowing the lawn with a small push mower that actually took some effort to move -- but it made a lovely clackity-clipping noise as it rolled along. No engine noise, no gasoline smell -- just a steady clickity-clickity-clickity-click. I also remember the distinct sound of the rake under the bushes and trees -- creating piles of "stuff" that would be scooped and placed in the trash or, in the later years, tossed in the compost pile. I wonder if I can find that sound effect online. I am thinking that it might have been used in Edward Scissorhands when they were doing a boom shot of the neighborhood and people might have all been mowing their lawns in unison; or am I thinking of the rainbird sprinklers in LA Story. Anyhow -- my peace and quiet has been destroyed -- at least for the next hour or so. Maybe I need earplugs -- or just maybe I need to not let the sounds annoy me so? Think I'll take a walk -- with my iPod until peace is returned to the neighborhood. For a person who lived in New York for ten years -- I can't believe that noises such as these bug me so. Wonder what that's about?

In looking for a sound bite of a push mower, I discovered something...they actually sell a child's toy mower that makes a "realistic engine sound" -- who in the world would want that? And, what happened to a child creatively making the engine sound if so desired? I also discovered that there is a Right to Quiet organization. Guess I am not alone in complaining about the sounds of life. Gee, do you think I'm a tad cranky today?

The Color Gods

2010-10-10T12:31:00.000-07:00

Yes, the color gods have spoken -- well, in reality, it has been quite some time since they came up with this Fall-Winter 2010-2011 selection; but I thought it would be interesting to post it here for all of you to see. When I hear all the hoopla about the colors of the season I always wonder, if we as women, really are going to run out and buy a kumquat jacket with matching pants. Honestly, I know I won't be buying anything kumquat any time soon -- and it's not just because I've moved from the "fashionable" big city to this cozy little hamlet in the Pacific Northwest where style never really changes. I just know that I have never owned a kumquat anything (well, that's not entirely true, since there was a kumquat bush in the back yard of the house I grow up in, so I guess, in fact, I did own something kumquat). What I do know is that I will continue to wear clothes in my basic colors -- black, brown and ivory -- and I will turn up the volume and wear dazzling natural colors in my gemstone jewelry. I like to think that the colors in my pieces are bright and sassy -- colors from nature and artisan glassmakers -- and because they are bright, they will garner attention...in a good way. I breathe a sigh of relief as I write that thought, knowing that there is a good chance that I will never overhear someone talking about my bright "orange orange" pants and how they make my butt look huge, like the Great Pumpkin -- and in my mind, that's a good thing. But, I say, let them chatter about the bracelets and necklaces I am wearing -- and please let them be bold enough to ask about them -- I always love to talk about gems and their sources. It's true, once a geek, always a geek. But, it works for me...maybe it works for you too.

The Strength of Pink

2010-10-07T15:42:00.000-07:00

As you know, October is the official Breast Cancer Awareness month. While it is fabulous to spend a month dedicated to this topic; I think it is important to do all we can to raise awareness and educate people about breast cancer during all twelve months of the year. While I never really think of myself as a girly-girl (it just doesn't fit me nor my style), pink has always been and continues to be one of my favorite colors -- so soft and feminine. With pink being designated as the color of the breast cancer awareness campaign -- when I redesigned my jewelry site, I added a special All Things Pink! category. Not only will you find beautiful pink designs there -- with each and every purchase from the All Things Pink! category you're sharing the love globally, through the Susan G. Komen Foundation, and on a very local grassroots level here in Oregon through Kate's Kids 4 the Cure. How? Tanya Lochridge Jewelry makes donations to both of these non-profit organizations on behalf of all my girlfriends who love pink, too. So thank you very, very much for that. You can learn more about these two groups on my site. Don't think you have to wear just one piece from the collection. Do what I do -- the photo here shows two of my pieces worn with a few Judith Ripka charms and nestled in that bunch is a Hildalgo ring. Did you find it? Kind of like a Where's Waldo puzzle, no? So much fun...and for a really good cause.

The Corner of 5th and Zen -- Gone but not Forgotten

2010-10-05T10:40:00.001-07:00

I had a wave of sadness hit me when I learned that the fabulous Takashimaya store on Fifth Avenue in New York City had moved out and the building is slated to be the temporary home of Forever 21. While I know little about Forever 21 other than some of the garments they sell are designed and manufactured in Los Angeles (surprising, I know), it just seems that the merchandise and merchandising would be 180 degrees off of Takashimaya. Perhaps I do have an emotional attachment to Takashimaya -- you see I had an interesting and fun blind date, of sorts, at the fabulous little restaurant housed in the basement of the store. That yummy food and "get-to-know-you" conversation was followed by a casual stroll through eight floors of the most stunning retail space I have ever experienced. The fact that said "blind date" is considered to be one of the nation's, well perhaps the world's, utmost experts on luxury retailing, probably increased the fabulous factor about hundredfold as my attention was drawn to details I would not have noticed on my own.

For me, as many of you know, I am all about the packaging of an item. I think the entire buying experience starts with the unveiling of unique wrapping. When I walked by that store on my way home every day, I would remind myself that I needed to step in and buy just a little something to get the magical triangular-type bag-box they used as wrapping. But, that day never came. So, as you can see, there is no Takashimaya goody hanging from my bag rack in my studio here. Maybe a good lesson in not putting off until tomorrow what you want to do today. I guess as with all things in life, change is inevitable -- so out with Takashimaya and in with Forever 21. I just flashed to the slow deliberate wrapping scene at the jewelry counter in the movie, Love Actually. Funny, really. If you're dying to read more on my love of bags, look for my August 23, 2009 blog entry. Yes, I am a bag lady.

Cupcakes and Truffles

2010-10-03T14:49:00.000-07:00

So, I am creating the copy for my next jewelry newsletter and the subject of cupcakes and truffles popped into my mind and spilled on to the page. Man, oh man, oh man. One of the good things about living here in the Pacific Northwest is that I have fairly easy access to the best handmade chocolates in the world, Moonstruck Chocolates located in Portland, Oregon. Oh my gosh -- while I am not really a big fan of the chocolate -- there is something quite amazing about their truffles that have made me a BIG fan of Moonstruck. Lordy, I just realized that they ship, which means wherever you are in the world -- I think you can experience the delight of an exquisite truffle. While I would love to post an image of their lovely delights -- I am respectful of copyrights. So I opted to share a few alternative visions of cocoa for you to feast on. Yummy, no? And, if you are interested in the actual truffles, you can Meet the Truffles at Moonstruck, simply by clicking here. Enjoy -- maybe you'll get a chance to experience the joy of both, the truffles and my jewelry, sometime soon. Now that would make me happy and be totally satisfying.

Geese, Snow Birds and Flashes of Brilliance

2010-09-29T17:08:00.000-07:00

With all the geese flying overhead intermittently throughout the day and night on their migration to parts unknown, I've been wondering why we, as humans, don't do the same. I know that in some parts of the world, people do move with the seasons -- but I was thinking, that in most part, at least in this country, we tend to stay put. I must admit...the more I think about it, my original thought is wrong. In this tiny community, in this really small town, I would guess that fifty percent or so of my "neighbors" close down their homes and migrate to warmer, and hopefully sunnier, climates for the winter. Hence the name "snow birds." While it all sounds nice, being the homebody that I am, I would need to have two comfy, cozy and complete homes, including a studio in both. Maybe part of the second home idea is the novelty of having a home and a location that is completely different than the primary home. For me...while I hate to say it, the enchantment of that would last about two days and I would be longing for my "stuff." What if, at three in the morning, I had a flash of brilliance and wanted to run to my studio to capture it before it left my mind? Where would I go in that other home...would I be able to put my hands on all the treasures needed to make the flash a reality...would I lose that flash without my stuff? On the reverse side of that coin - would a different home environment inspire a different side of me...a different creative flare? While for me it's an interesting proposition, right now it's not a reality. So I won't be testing my hypothesis any time soon. I do know this...when I am in Tucson for several weeks scouring the gem show venues, my head is spinning and my hands are wanting to be twisting wire, stringing gemstones and seeing how all the new pieces come together. Luckily, I do work on some jewelry while staying with my niece during that time -- she has tools and supplies and I usually pack some smaller projects -- just in case. Hey, at this age, if I don't capture the creative moment when it strikes, it might never return. Starting with geese and ending with flashes of brilliance...proof that my head is always spinning and usually out of control. And, with that I will close for the day -- because I can't think of a line that actually brings it all together. But check back later -- a good closing line could come to me at any time in the future! I just hope I don't blurt it out while standing in line at the grocery store.

Dundee, Cow Poop and Magnificient Mother-of-Pearl

2010-09-27T11:33:00.001-07:00

Friday I had the fun of heading out to Dundee to meet up with my friend and hairdresser, Amy. It's about 20 miles, as the crow flies, and a lovely ride through hills and dales of farm land, hazelnut orchards, hops fields and lots of dairy cow and sheep pastures. I must admit, when they "blow" the cow poop from the dairy barns into the fields, it gets pretty stinky. The good news is that after making so many trips in that direction, I know when it's the best time to roll up the windows, close off the vents and try not to breathe. It brings back the memory of driving to the beach as a kid where for several miles we drove through dairy country in SoCal. As only kids would, we tortured ourselves by rolling down the windows and sticking our heads out to see how long we could last out there! What nuts...kids. Wonder if kids anywhere still do dumb things like that or have they made up their own electronic-techno version of a similar game? In many ways, I'm glad I was a kid when life was a bit simpler -- or maybe a bit less complex than it seems today.

Anyhow, while in the cozy hair salon nestled in the hills of the Oregon wine country, Amy commented on the bracelets I was wearing. After letting out a deep sigh, I started laughing and asked "is it normal for someone to get so ga-ga over a gemstone?" I gave her a little scenario of what it's like when I am at one of the venues in Tucson and how I just lose my mind with it all. Sensory overload of sorts. She completely gets it and so we took some time to marvel at the depth of the luster in the large silver-gray mother of pearl components that made up the two bracelets I had layered together. Oh, it warms my heart to know that people don't think I am completely nuts -- well, at least they don't seem to be saying it directly to me. Here are the two bracelets for your viewing pleasure. Wait a minute, did I just hear a sigh?

Thinking of those we lost.

2010-09-11T13:19:00.000-07:00

Under labradorite skies -- we are thinking of those we lost on September 11th. Our hearts are filled with sadness; the memories and love are always with us.

Labor Day and Moments

2010-09-06T14:39:00.001-07:00

Yesterday in the late afternoon Beatrix and I decided we had just about enough of the new computer installation party and decided to run over to see all the family and friends who were hanging out at Champoeg Park for the long weekend. Now, that's a real party -- full of fresh air, fun and laughter. I was thinking we would do a little hiking, sit around the fire a bit and then head on back to the Ponderosa here in Dodge!

By now you know I am a bit of a history buff and this part of the country has a pretty remarkable past. A past that includes Champoeg which is considered to be one of the most important historical sites in Oregon history. If you want, you can learn more about all of that by clicking here. Today, along with the rich heritage, Champoeg is an amazing Oregon State Park where, for a $5 day fee, I can get all the fresh air, scenic river views and hiking I could want. Yesterday wasn't disappointing. After hiking a bit on the nature trail, for the first time in many, many, many years (wow) I actually went out on the Williamette River in a boat -- yes, a boat. The last time I did that was when I was waterskiing back in 1981...maybe. So, it was an unexpected adventure. My niece and her husband were there with their skiboat -- so, while no one was skiing, they were tubing -- an event I had only heard of up until that point. It was fun to watch the kids ride the wake -- lots of core strength there, no doubt. Maybe I'll get brave and try it next summer...slowly. Maybe I'm nuts?

With all the fun, I wasn't prepared for the wave of memories that came flooding back to me. While I knew I always had fun in the water and on a boat, I'm guessing the joy of it all was buried somewhere in the back of my mind. Sense memory took over yesterday and within seconds I was feeling just what I had felt all those years ago. Magically, the Bears (my adopted family) were with me yesterday. We were all laughing, making fools of ourselves, skiing and diving and just enjoying the nature of life. In that moment in time, there was no past, no present and no future...there was just the moment and it was filled with joy and love. So thank you Tricia and Nate and all the kids -- and thank you Bears. Thank you.

R.J. Graziano Cozies Up

2010-08-27T12:14:00.000-07:00

Yes, it's true, I do shop at both HSN and QVC (gasp!); mostly for items for the house, oh and okay, an occasional piece of jewelry. (Occasional...interesting word choice...thank goodness there is no lightening today.) While, of late, both venues have been offering a lot of "disposable jewelry;" however, if you're astute and really keep your eyes and ears open you can find some interesting and well-made items interspersed throughout. I say "ears" open because I mostly listen to the jewelry shows while working in the studio. Well, last week a stack of bangle bracelets caught my attention early on in the day...and there was R.J. haunting me again and again until I finally cracked in the late afternoon and in the blink of an eye I found myself ordering online. Weakling, I know, but I just couldn't take the pressure any longer. Well, The bracelets arrived today -- R.J. Graziano set of 15 in antique bronze. As soon as they were out of the box, I was rummaging through my existing collection to see how I could toss them up with my own designs. You know me -- seems I never just wear something the way the designer intended. But that's what makes it fun. That's what makes it personal, that's what makes it me. Here are just a few combos that I worked out. It's my hope that you play with your jewelry all the time. Just because you saw it styled this way doesn't mean you have to do the same thing -- go out on a limb, step out of your comfort zone a bit and just mix it up and have a grand time of it. Fashion, including jewelry, is meant to be fun. So please have a kick with yours, which I hope includes some of mine. Make sense?

Stack of Starfish

2010-08-18T16:49:00.001-07:00

It's hard to believe but we are fast approaching the end of summer. While I am excited about the fall, which I think may be a throwback to back to school...new clothes, new shoes...oh, and new things to learn, I am always a bit sad to see the long days of summer disappear. As a reminder of the beach, the sun and the new boys (maybe?) many of you have asked for more starfish bracelets like the one featured in "The Jewel Box" section of the summer issue of Gladys Magazine. I thought I had plenty in inventory but, boy oh boy, was I wrong. Surprise, surprise, surprise -- I have added a few more on my web site. So my suggestion is that your kick off your flip-flops and run...don't walk to your nearest Internet connection and grab yours while they're back in stock. Just to entice you, here are two of them piled together -- you know me...if one is good...two is better and three is super. Since this is a three-strand style, I stopped piling at two this time around. And, no it's not just for summer -- just think of the fun it will be to wear when the winter doldrums settling in. Long sigh.

By the way, if you haven't seen the latest issue of Gladys Magazine, check out your local Barnes & Noble. The mag has national distribution and can be found at most major mag racks, stands and B&N. You can also order a copy or subscribe if you'd like at www.gladysmagazine.com. It's a beauty and an inspiring read for girls of all ages.

Good Things Come in Threes

2010-08-16T11:42:00.000-07:00

You know the old saying about "things coming in threes." -- well here is a perfect example of three very good things that all came together in the studio this weekend. While I bought the gemstone rectangle cushion cut beads in Tucson 2009 (yes, 2009) the strands have been hanging on my inspiration board ever since; just waiting for something to pop to mind that wasn't ordinary and did them justice. The bead style itself is not that uncommon; and it seems that whenever I see it used, it is always in a predictable way. Saturday I had a flash of design genius...well, okay maybe not genius...brilliance? Nah. Anyhow, this is the result of that particular brain activity. Three cuff like bracelets -- three strands of beautiful stones and fabulous Czech glass. Top is brioche agate, which I had not seen before Tucson 2009 and haven't seen since. Middle is amazonite so soft and lovely and the bottom is bronzite. They are not really cuffs, since they are flexible and clasp around the back. I did the official wear-test on Sunday -- just love them and so did Beatrix. Are we being smug?

Era of Disposable Jewelry?

2010-08-10T14:00:00.000-07:00

I was "shopping" with my niece last night and we were both amazed at the quantity of what we call "disposable" jewelry flooding the market these days. From what we saw, it seems that if you can make it and sell it for less than $5.00 wholesale, it'll be on the racks at stores and on shopping channels across the country and around the world for $19.95. Now, you all know that I like fun jewelry -- and I frequently bought from street vendors while I lived in NYC. But I bought knowing what I was getting -- there was no pretense of it being anything other than a fun piece of jewelry being sold by a street vendor and I knew that I would wear it a few times and that would be it. Disposable. Okay, one exception...pieces I bought from Marjorie at the 68th Street Farmer's Market are still in my collection today and I still love and wear them. But, that's the exception here. Maybe it's the economy and we as women do like to shop and buy; so since we are watching our pennies we substitute the poorly made stuff for better quality items in order to get the rush that comes from buying something. I don't really know the answer to it all; but I do think that there is a big "middle" area between disposable jewelry and designer jewelry that might not be getting the attention it should.

From where I sit (that would be my jewelry studio!) I know it is possible to invest a bit more than $20 and get a great piece of jewelry designed around quality gemstones, beautiful Czech glass, artisan-crafted lampwork beads and Kazuri beauties and not mortgage the house to add it to your collection. Yes, it's possible to find quality jewelry that will last several years and perhaps a lifetime if you take care of it. And, yes, it's possible to have a big collection of unique jewelry you can wear proudly and enjoy wearing each and every time you wear it. Maybe it all comes down to knowing what you want and then knowing where to find it. Gee, one more thing to think about!