Sunday, January 29, 2012

Happily Ever After

 This necklace was commissioned by Abby's (she's the bride) good friend. The vintage brass whistle is so she can TWEET about everything she does. The photos were the favorites of her fiance. He also provided favorite verses for the word pendant. The necklace was hanging among some other one-of-a-kind necklaces in one of my display cases. Abby shrieked with delight when she saw it! She is adorable.
 These lovely young women were all college friends and are now living across the country - they came together for a weekend of "Domestic Bliss" to celebrate Abby.
Abby donned the goggles, lit the torch, melted some glass and decided this was her favorite sort of Domesticity. She's my kind of girl.
Congratulations, Abby. Best wishes for a long life of Happily Ever After with your {much younger} man.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

My Name Is Rachel And I Am A Doodler

 I've been doodling while waiting. Sometimes I go overboard with the curlies, but I'm just learning. I was influenced/motivated/inspired by Lindsay Letters. She writes beautifully.
 Below is the handmade leather journal I'm doodling in. It is beautiful. I bought it at an Artitudes event two or three years ago and have been 'saving it' for....
I don't know what. So I decided to use it. If someone from Artitudes ::lynnie:: knows where to find these, I will post it.
 Rumple was jealous that I posted a pic of Scootch, so here he is with his face right in the camera.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Hello Girls

I don't think I've posted a picture of my chickens for awhile.
(Scootch either)

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Trash To Treasure

 Start with a beat up old box. My friend Patty from Liberty House gave me this one. Nail it back together. Add a wooden heart with wings. Varnish it all.
 Cut some PVC Pipe to fit. Glue all the pieces together. Add some little wood holder-uppers.
 It's my new glass rod holder!
 If that doesn't make you feel all tingly and happy, you must have the flu.
PS. The MRI wasn't that exciting or terrifying. Remember the Ministers of the Silly Walk on Monty Python? They wanted to add the way I walk to their long list of silly walks. It was just the push I needed to find out what the pain is that makes me walk like a goof. Thank you for all the concern and care. Makes me feel loved.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Checking Things Off The List

 Photo Collage. Done.
Stained Glass Frame around it. Done.
A Ton of License Plate Letters. Done.
It is unusually satisfying to check these tasks off the 'to do' list.
That and an MRI this morning. Done.
Happy Hour starts at 5....almost.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Simple. Complex.

 I just finished these (and a bunch more) leather wrap bracelets for an order. The stones are moonstones and agates. Simple, elegant, fun. I'm going to make more.
 I was given the challenge of making a necklace out of a some beautiful amber colored beads. There were a few requests - use the silver-tone face, rosary style beading, incorporate The Sun card into the design.

 sun rays...
 Ta Da!

Monday, January 2, 2012

Torch-Fired Enameling

 A couple years ago, I took an emameling class at the LUX in Lincoln. Loved it, but haven't had the time to set up an enameling station and work at it. So... I bought Barbara Lewis's book "Torch-fired enamel jewelry", cut some copper tubing, and yesterday made the beads above. I shall call them "burnt macaroni". Yuch.

Those crusty pasta beads won't stop me from trying again...

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy. Happy x 5.




It's true. I have been making soldered glass pendants since 2004. We moved to Two Dog Pond in 2005. On December 31, 2006, I quit my day job and on January 1, 2007, started Two Dog Pond Jewelry as a full-time adventure. Time flies when you are doing what you love!

Thank you to everyone who has helped make my dreams come true.


That adorable child is Sweatshop Baby's brother, Cael. I babysat those two New Year's Eve. My friends Shelley and Fred brought over hats, leis and noisemakers - four sets. Within an hour, several were missing and the toilet was flooded and Sweatshop Baby was sweetly saying "pee. pee."  Ha.