One of my many goals for this summer and all the delicious time it promises is to update my blog every 2 - 3 days. I must remember that I can include short posts as well; sometimes the pressure of thinking up a full post causes me to avoid it altogether. So here is an attempt at a short (but hopefully sweet) post to get me in the habit of being a better blogger!
I have made my very first piece of jewelry as a custom order for a sweet lady in France. It was fun and not as difficult as I thought it would be to work in a very small scale. This pendant is only 2" x 2" :
Making the teeny tiny eyes and the eensy weensy wig was pretty fussy, but I'm happy with how it turned out and plan to make more.
And, apropos of nothing in particular (I guess I'm not yet totally at ease with the micro-post!) I'm working on a commission of a Shakespearean character. I won't reveal the details just yet, but as I've been looking through my husband's ancient copy of the Bard's Complete Works (mine was purloined while I was in university), I came across one of my favourite lines from King Lear. I used to teach Lear to high school students; you can imagine the sheer enthusiasm expressed by all the guys in gold chains and baggy pants and the girls whose hot-pink g-strings peeked out conspicuously above the lines of their track pants (g-strings and track pants?? What the what??) Anyway, what made it tolerable was getting to reread the language over and over. (That and the fact that we got to see Christopher Plummer as Lear in the Stratford, Ontario production...swoon!)
So here are the play's final lines, perfect for this grey and melancholy day:
The weight of this sad time we must
obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to
say.
The oldest have borne most; we that are
young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.