Thursday, January 14, 2016

It's Been A While...

My goodness.  It's been a while since I've paid any attention to this blog.  Poor, poor blog...


The last post found my husband and I leaving the west to move to St.  Louis.  We stayed there for only about eight months or so and decided we just couldn't take the cold and the gloomy winter so...


We are now back in the west, Laughlin, NV to be exact.  We so missed the sun--and the blue bowl of the sky overhead, the gilded peaks of the mountains in the morning and the bronze and orange hues of the evening.  I know the summers are HOT but we feel so much better being back home.


I have also taken up jewelry making and I am trying to make a business of it, whether it be online or at craft fairs.  I realize there are many other folks out there making jewelry and even if I never make a go of it, I will have had joy of creating unique pieces.  While my writing muse has been taking a vacation, I needed a place for my creative juices to flow.  My pieces are as pretty and probably more well made as any I have seen in stores and are very reasonably priced.  The photos below are a sample of my work.  I also create suncatcher/ornaments, bookmarks, and key/phone fobs.  Check out Sunrise & Moonsong Jewelry on Facebook..











There is another book in the works, Larceny & Old Aces.  A very impressive book cover has kindly been donated and now I just need to get my muse to cooperate and finish the book.  I have had the premise in place for a while now, even the names of the characters; the plot just needs to be fleshed out.  I feel that sometimes when one gets stuck, one needs to back away and put the project on a back burner until the flow begins again, and that is what I have done.


Never give up your dreams.  Never let anyone tell you "you can't do ______, you'll never _______, you're being silly thinking about _________.  You are unique and as Kathryn Stockett says in The Help You is kind.  You is smart.  You is important.







Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Another New Chapter

My mother loved to move.  She and my stepfather would buy a house, update it, sell it, and then move on to another.  I can remember a time when--right before my twin and I were to begin our senior year in high school--she wanted to move to the neighborhood of our most hated high school rivals.  I informed her that I would stay behind and live in a tent rather than suffer through the most important year of high school being demeaned by the snobby kids who went to that school.  She relented and we did not move until after graduation.

As I got older, I found myself longing to move out of my hometown area and trek southward to warmer weather.  In 1999 I moved to Florida.  I loved the weather and the laid back way of life.  However, in 2004 my husband and I--along with our intrepid dog and not-so-adventurous cat--purchased an RV and began to travel.  My mother's gypsy soul had infected me!  Living and working in such interesting places as New Orleans, Malibu and Las Vegas was heavenly to me, a simple country girl who thought she would never go beyond the borders of the area in which she grew up.

Eventually the gypsy urge returned and we went to Bullhead City, AZ after an astonishingly low bid for a manufactured home was accepted.  I loved the small town feel of the place and my husband was happy because he had some home projects on which to work.  Alas, the loss of my job forced us back to Las Vegas, where again we caught the RV'ing bug.  Employment took us back to Florida and we decided to sell the RV and move into a senior apartment.  By this time my husband was tiring of driving and wrestling the RV into parking spots.

The apartment is lovely but we find ourselves lonely with not much to do.  Restricted income guidelines do not allow for continued employment.  A trip to St. Louis and Cincinnati and a meeting with old friends and family enervated both of us.  An ad caught our eye and a trip to a small senior community resulted in the rental of a two bedroom apartment in Missouri.  The proximity to family and friends alike delights, and the promise of activity thrills.

Are we crazy to move from the warmth of the south to the chill winters of St. Louis?  Perhaps.  But in the book of our lives, we are eager to begin a new chapter.