Monthly Archives: June 2013

Getting a bit ticked off.

I had P buy me a EZcube for christmas a couple of years ago, but because photographing my work annoys the #@^**! out of me and leaves me feeling frustrated, stupid and wanting to pull my hair out, I haven’t used it until today. Because he’s P he also bought me a new flash, a clip on light thingy, and a, I’ve never seen one so tiny before, tripod.

Now, if someone would just come over and use them for me, I’d love them forever.

See what it says?

“The EZcube® is the easiest way to take great product photographs for the web or print.”

Yeah, right!

So apparently if you’ve got one of these,


You can take really, really, nice photo’s, like these,


Now, whilst I don’t particularly want my photographs to come out exactly like the ones above, I think I’m so far off base with the whole lighting experience that it’s not even funny anymore.






Maybe it’s the background, but I’ve tried loads of different props and they’re all as bad as each other.

I’ve just spent a couple of hours with my super-duper EZcube and am now getting just a little ticked.

I’m determined to use it so I guess the search goes on for the best background and the best way to light the jewelry.

I feel as though I’ll never get it.

So if you want to come over and do it for me you’re very welcome, and I’ll make you a nice cup of tea.

How’s that?



I had a bit of trouble.

Hate it when the drilled hole in the top of a bead fractures. It makes the bead practically useless, and these chrysoprase beads just happen to be my favourite!

So what’s a girl to do?


Pretty much this is the best of a bad job. I just couldn’t do a thing with it except try to hold it with some silver. It didn’t work well as you can see.

I think this piece is about to be disassembled and the chrysoprase placed in the hospital holding cell until I can figure out the best way to deal with it.

I will never surrender!

After the chrysoprase tragedy I made a mini me to go with this big me.


Nevada Chrysocolla

Don’t ask me why.

So, I’m still fed up today. Still homesick. Still failing at trying to appreciate where I live rather than where I think I want to live.

On top of that I can’t keep a darn pot plant alive in the whole house!

Even the flora plots against me.


Somebody finished the last of MY cereal!

As I trudge through this dark day I will try to keep my eye upon this beauty.


Vincent Van Gogh

I believe it’s the only thing that will give me any joy today.

That and my trusty side kick


Wally the Magnificent.

And while I wallow, I will try to remember the words of the wise.


Except I think he used a dash or two of rum to help him forget his problems.

Don’t have any of that handy.


Why you should never leave the house on a Sunday morning with a credit card and a friend that doesn’t tell you to stop when it all starts to get out of hand.






Cat’s Eyes


Cat’s Eyes






Smokey Quartz or Smokey Topaz?


Tiger Eye






Carved Lapis


Unpolished Aquamarine




Unpolished Jasper


Silver Rings


Silver Beads


Copper Chain


More Copper Chain

Save me now.

International Gem and Jewelry Show

Click on photographs for gemstone information.

Sick and Sorrowful.

This is what happens when you’re sick.


But, because you still want to play you gouge yourself with one of these.


Things then go from bad to worse until you give it up and go lay down on the sofa to feel super sorry for yourself yet thankful you haven’t cut your fingers off completely.

After a week of putting up with the coughing and aching and nose blowing I eventually braved all the sick people at the doctor’s office and got myself some antibiotics. You know you can get really sick waiting in that waiting room.

Here are some things I attempted to work on in the meantime.




You know, all I can say about the painting is that I really enjoy it.

There’s nothing more redeeming in it than that. My hopes of becoming a good painter are fading fast and I’ll just have to give up hoping to become brilliant at it for Lent.

Oh. That’s passed hasn’t it? So O.K. next Lent.

And here is Spencer protecting the quilt table.


Just when I decide the quilt is back on I find the room filled with kids back home from college stuff. Including a queen sized mattress belonging to the kid that quit her job and decided to come home.

Man. Will I ever get rid of them!

So, mattress picked up and leant against the wall I buckle down to picking up my quilt from where I left off, but Spencer has other plans.

It’s one obstacle after another in this house.

Good job I love him.

So I’ve been sick and very homesick. Fairly depressed really. But deep down I know that if I just stopped thinking about what I don’t have I would be able to see what I do have, and start living my life here as if it were my home.

After all it has been twenty-four years now.


Maybe I should stamp this on my forehead.

Oh, I made $500 this week for Africa :) Now, that puts feeling sorry for myself into some perspective.

Happy Tuesday.


From here to there.

This is how one of my paintings was shaping up, pre Spain.


And, this is how it is now, post Spain.



But now I’m sick and the painting will have to wait.

But that’s O.K. because I’ve had another sign.

I know I said I didn’t believe in signs, and I don’t, but look.


The Bok Choy never lies.

If you remember, first there was the tea cup.


And now the veggies.

I feel well loved.

So, when I was home I had some yummies. First, of course, there was the fish and chips.


But I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would and I worried that I’d lost my love for it.

It looks good here, but mine was greasy and the chips were not cool.

Then there was the pork pie.


AS delicious as ever.

And, then, something I haven’t had since I was a little girl visiting my old nan up the Roman Road.

Pie and mash.

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Don’t judge it until you’ve had it. It’s yum and then some.

I also had a sausage roll.


Which was super yum because look how bad it is for you.

And, my all time favourite – a sausage sarnie.


Which everyone knows is almost as good as a chip butty.


But I forgot to have one of those :(

I wouldn’t not (I know, grammar) have eaten them for the world but, let me tell you, I’m glad to be back home and in control of the vegetable count.

I even had one of these.


And this is where I had it.

        Images of Heybridge Basin - Attraction Pictures
Well, around the corner of that pub actually – here.


The Lock at Heybridge Basin.

Of course, talking of pubs, we just had to have few of these also.

A pint of bitter being pulled in an English pub

But, just you tell me, who wouldn’t?

My favourite sweets – rhubarb and custard.


I had the last one yesterday :(

And my favourite crisps.


Hula Hoops!

But it wasn’t all about eating the food I can’t get here in Houston.

It really was about just being home again.



This was my Parish Church.

Church of St Helen and St Giles

Church of St Helen and St Giles

Where I had to get my banns read so that I could be married.

This is the City of Winchester, where I got my art degree.


And which was briefly the home of Jane Austin, and where she died.


You’d think they might touch up the windows.

This is where we used to pick watercress on the way home and make potato and watercress soup for tea. Ah the luxuries of student life.


Look. They even have a festival!


Who knew!

I lived in Old Arlesford, Hampshire, and I didn’t know it was the world’s center of watercress. Where was I?

Man! Just made myself homesick again :(


You were just here.


And one day I’m going to convince P that we need to go live there again.

No, no, you can’t stop me!

Happy Sunday


Just so’s you know …

I survived landing in the fifth most dangerous airport in the world.

(I know you were worried).

This is where we went.


La Almoraima, Spain.

For this.


My new sister in law and my old brother in law.

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The weather was gorgeous, the location beautiful, and landing in Gibraltar was no big deal after all, mostly thanks to the chap who decided he was staying in the toilet for the landing. With all the shouting and banging on the door I hardly realized we’d touched down.

I had fun with my family and am a little homesick now, but I’m glad to be back.

Now on to the next big adventure.

After Gibraltar, bring it on!

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