Paintings, jewelry and postcards.

I’ve been working on some older paintings.


And think that they’re almost finished now.


Very colourful don’t you think.

They almost match my black t-shirt dress code.

I think perhaps they are too fussy.

But, who cares, I might start another one today.

I’ve also made a few more jewelry pieces.




amethyst drusy and chrysoprase

But apart from that nothing much else going on.

I’ve been re working some old pieces of jewelry that I feel I can make better now that my skills are improving. I’ve enjoyed doing that. I’m also working on preparing some post cards to thank people who have bought from me over the years.

post card sept 14

Not sure about that though.

Also uploading all of the addresses to vista print means filling in this tiny tiny spreadsheet which I can barely see.

I’ll have to see what I can do about that as I’m sure there’s an easier way to do it.

Usually I have them post them for me as it’s cheaper (I think), but I might just have them sent here and post them myself if I can’t figure out how to upload the addresses.

Also, I don’t really like playing around with people’s addresses and them getting junk mail.

That’s why I’m not sure about it.


I’m also experimenting with varnishing my paintings, those that aren’t still gooey, and I’ve also mounted some prints which I hope to sell at the art fair coming up next month. I think these might sell better than the originals because I can price them lower.

And that’s about it really.

Bit fed up.

Bit tired.

And I’ve just really bored myself.

Oh well.





The other day I made an inny and an outy.


Which I’m thinking of making more of in different designs.

I keep toying with the idea of selling wholesale, but can’t quite get my head around it.

Do I really want to make the same stuff over again, or do I just want to make my one of a kind jewelry pieces?

I could do both.

I could sell my one of a kind jewelry pieces at wholesale, but how much can I push the price I want for them when I have to sell them at fifty percent of the retail price?

That’s the bit I can’t figure out. They take me a long while and I don’t just want to give them away.

So it boils down to what am I worth, and can I stand firm to that?

That’s pretty hard for me.

I’m thinking something is in the air though if I want to save the world.

Selling a piece here and there isn’t going to eradicate world poverty now is it!

I’m also dithering on a website.

My life, I tell you.


Here’s another piece of amethyst.

The stone is gradually winning its way back into favour.


Amethyst Slice and Chrysoprase

And a bracelet.


Green Opals, Emeralds and Thai Silver

I think I might make another bracelet today.


The prudent man is still waiting.


So the boy woke me up at four last night with a bum call.

Actually I woke up all on my own, but happened to check my phone and saw that there had been a call from him an hour before.

With a no voice voice message which sounded like windshield wipers going in the pouring rain in that, I’ve had a bad accident and am upside down in a ditch, way.

No screaming though which was a bit of a relief.

Of course I knew he was O.K., but he had mentioned going to a bar last evening, and, mum that I am, I just knew he was in hospital or something horrible and he needed me. But then why would the message stop at three seconds? Surely he would have said something, like ouch. So maybe he wasn’t in an accident, but was being attacked and tried to call home but had his phone ripped from his hands and stomped on by the bad guy which had effectively ended the call at three seconds …

Could happen.

But I knew he was o.k. and that it was just a bum call, but …

So I got up, had some juice, and worried some more until I decided that, yes he was twenty one but that didn’t mean he could bum call me at three o’clock in the morning and not expect me to have to text him and asked him if he’d bum called me so that I could go back to sleep again?


Amazingly he replied almost immediately. He had bummed me, and he had also taken some sixty pocket photographs.

Still couldn’t go back to sleep though.


Update on the strange, what are you really doing here, painting.


And I’m off.

Talk to you later.



I can’t stay.

I’m on a roll.

I don’t go into the studio for a month, now I can’t leave.

First up.


(yes, I know it was banned from the studio)


Amethyst Slice and Purple Jasper



Royston Turquoise

Royston Turquoise

I know it doesn’t look like turquoise, but it is.

Now I’ve a piece of prudent man plume agate waiting for me, and you know how impatient that can be.




So where were we.

Oh yes.


Which brings me to the Tate Gallery in London, and



John Everett Millais

When I was home a couple of years ago I went to the Tate Britain specifically to see her.

She lives there and the one time I get to visit,

she’s on loan!


I remember when, more years ago than I care to admit, getting lost in awe as I stood in front of this painting.

But I remember it being ginormous, and really it isn’t.

It seemed to fill up the whole wall and I just stood there enthralled.

I really, really wanted to see her again.


In my opinion this is an example of one of those paintings that doesn’t grab you in books but completely wows you when you see it in real life.

I never expected to like it.

I do love the Pre-Raphaelites however.

Here’s The Lady of Shallot.


John William Waterhouse



Isabella and the Pot of Basil.


William Holman Hunt

I love it that she’s got her lover’s head in that pot.

And this one is St. Eulailia.


John William Waterhouse

which again I would never have thought I would like, but which completely blew me away.

It almost made up for Ophelia.

I really didn’t want to like it, but I kept having to walk back over to it.

The perspective was stunning.


I’ve slowly but surely been getting back into the studio, which is a relief because I was beginning to think we would never make up.

It really does take me a long while to get back into the swing of things after a family visit.

I’ve been putting more and more things up on Etsy, and one woman bought over five hundred dollars worth of jewelry from me.

That was incredible. I hope she likes it all when she gets it.

So I’ve only about $400 to go before the big $20,000.

I’m almost impressed with myself.



The Lady of Shalott

Part IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale-yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower’d Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse –
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance –
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right –
The leaves upon her falling light –
Thro’ the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken’d wholly,
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot;
For ere she reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
A corse between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross’d themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”

Alfred Lord Tennyson

To twit, or not to twit, that is the question – Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The discomfiture of outrageous promotion Or to remain anonymous even though you want to sell every last piece of jewelry you have ever made.

Admittedly I might not be as much of a twit as I could be.

I don’t think anyone would actually be interested in my 140 character rants.

But seriously

Could you let me back in!

It’s cold out here.

I first twittered back when I didn’t even know that you could, under the name, wallywalnut.

Before I knew that was a handle.

I tweeted that I was having a cup of tea.

Nothing earth-shattering you understand, just a toe in the water.

Also I cannot lie

I was having a cup of tea at that exact time.


But when I joined Etsy I decided to explore how I could promote myself by unabashedly tweeting about my jewelry, and so I opened another account under the handle, coldfeetstudio.

But wallywalnut just wouldn’t die and, to be honest, he was getting a bit boring having done nothing at all since that last cuppa.

So the other day I eliminated him from the face of the tweeting world.

It felt good.

But for my sins now I can’t even for the life of me log into coldfeetstudio.

Have they thrown me out with the bath water?

I’ve tried everything. I’ve used their handy, have you forgotten your password? feature, even though, No, I have not forgotten my password thank you very much.

I have a different account for coldfeetstudio, but do they care?

No luck whatsoever.

I’m trying hard not to let it bother me. Who needs to twit anyway. But I have to say I do feel a little uninvited to the party :(

My quest will continue.

I will find out where, in that seemingly bottomless realm called cyberspace, coldfeetstudio has been banished to if it’s the last thing I do.

Then I will probably still not tweet as much as I could because it embarrasses me to unabashedly promote my jewelry.



So, here are some unabashed pieces I’ve just finished.


You’ve seen this one before, but I’ve now put a chain on it, and sold it!




Labradorite and Green Opals.



Oh, and here is that wonderful soliloquy.

To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep—
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveler returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o’er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia. Nymph, in all thy Orisons
Be thou all my sins remembered.

William Shakespeare – Hamlet.


I’m going to have to get Kenneth Branagh out of the draw now.



Here’s to a new week.

I start at the assisted ministry today. I’ve been put down for answering the phones which kind of worries me a bit. I have to keep reminding myself that of course I don’t know what happens there and won’t be able to help anyone at all that’s unfortunate enough to get my line.

But that’s o.k.

I didn’t want to work in the shop as I don’t want to have to look at all of the stuff I’ve donated. I might have withdrawal and need to grab it all and bring it home again, and that would be disastrous.

I’ll let you know how it goes.


Thanks to Vicki I settled on Heifer International. You can see my progress HERE

I’m getting excited. Only $1300 to go until I can set my new goal.

I know I can set it now, but I can’t overwhelm myself all at once.

And finally a new experiment.


Look at that copper.



Which is funny as it sounds like it should have smoke and explosions.

Oh well.

I’m liking the copper and brass. The silver is a tad boring. I also worry about the weight of my necklaces. I like them to have a good feel, not thin and flimsy.

Still not sure if I like them enough to bother with them.

I’ve been working on my website. I waver continually with whether to bother with it as I have Etsy, but I so want to feel like a real boy.


Not going to think about it now. I’m going to answer those phones, get some groceries, and then think about the meaning of it all.




My dog is deaf, and other stories.


It’s sad.

Willow is finally hearless, which is decidedly better than headless as the autocorrect preferred.


Here she is ignoring Wally because Wally can still hear. And Wally is covering his face with the boredom of it all.

Wally can be a bit dismissive that way.

Poor Willow.

I think she’s depressed.


In other news.

There’s a new mug in town.


I love it.


The tea tastes good in it, although the cup is a bit too chunky for a truly exceptional drinking experience.

Tea should occupy a more refined vessel, in my opinion. Not necessarily bone china and roses you understand, but a little less of a heavy handle would have done wonders. And the black interior is a little,

well, black.

But it is a really nice cup and I like looking at it, and the added bonus here is that it likes looking back at me.

Albeit a tad critically.

I shall call it my, Oh, so you think that’s going to work do you!, mug.

See more of Steve Hansen’s work – HERE.


I’ve only been in the studio twice since my family left.

Bit down in the dumps.


I have been sorting through a life time of stuff which has been lurking in the dark places.

Good night Louise! You turn your back for twenty five years and what happens.

Stuff everywhere!

Actually not just in the dark places. In plain sight also.

Very daring.

Well now it’s gone. A lot of it anyway. I’ve still got the upstairs to do, but I have been ruthless and it feels good.

In fact I had to catch myself sometimes and remember that I didn’t have to give it all away. I could keep some things back for myself and not get so carried away.

I sort of went into a trance like, lets get rid of it all, mwahahaha, state, which was getting a little despotic.

I managed to catch myself in time before the silver went out with the old clothes however.


Actually, I haven’t got any silver, except for some cutlery, and that’s only plated. Still what would we have done at Christmas.

Good save I say.

The assisted ministry place spurred me into action. Almost a third of my house now resides in their resale shop.

O.K. maybe a third of a third of a third, but anyway, a lot.

And this morning I go for orientation to begin volunteering there, but I think it wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration to say that before I actually start the world would have most likely killed itself and turned half its cities into rubble.

So maybe I should just stay home and drink some more tea.





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