tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188166772024-03-14T05:55:53.755-07:00Riverwoman DesignExceptional jewelry and life with Corgi's.Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.comBlogger575125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-35447672472206906492018-12-17T12:51:00.000-08:002018-12-17T12:51:57.936-08:00Where fore art thou?I'm here.<br />
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And I've got a lot to say.<br />
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I've been reading my posts from the last few years and sometimes I wonder who wrote that? It's pretty good sometimes, heartfelt, reaching out, curling in, introspection, new direction, where is that girl?<br />
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I read something recently that said to live in private, grieve in private, love in private, basically just keep it to yourself. I get that. It makes sense. And for all my outward joy and grief and thinking out loud I am a private person. However, I also like to think that when we give a little glimpse into our private soul we set a flag out for someone else to follow. Maybe that bit of angst will make it easier for another person to get through their angst that day, to know that they are not alone.<br />
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I have a very small and very special few in my life who I've learned to trust. Trust doesn't come easily to me, or rather I want to trust people so much and have learned from vast experience that we must learn to protect ourselves.<br />
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How do we walk that thin line between being open and closed? I don't really think it's the same all the time. As a highly sensitive person emotionally I tend to close up in public, mostly to block out the unwanted intrusions of anger and sadness that can both draw me in and leave me feeling beat up and thin. It's a self preservation mode that I find necessary. I'm easily distracted by children and dogs though, their sweet selves aren't much of a drain and in fact can be a boost to my energy levels.<br />
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What's with dogs anyway? Some dogs I cannot stay away from but some I don't even want to look at. They're usually the pushy frantic ones or the needy ones. I live with a needy dog but his heart is so kind and caring he fills me up with joy. His need is mostly for fun and he just cannot understand why we aren't always wanting fun like he does. He's also the one with his head on my foot, hiding underneath my desk as I work, wanting to be close, until the hammering starts, then he's gone.<br />
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Veering off into something new, as usual. It's like a commercial break when the thinking is hard.<br />
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Those few in my life remind me that it's okay to be open, even if only in small amounts and with a very small group. They are my safe place. I never had a safe place growing up and so learned to keep my true self pretty well hidden. Later I had a daughter and she once said that she felt I was her safe place, a place to unload, to be awful, to be able to be sad and lost and needing reassurance. That was and is one of my best memories of being a Mom. To be someone's safe place is both terrifyingly difficult and uplifting in the highest sense.<br />
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I'm pondering safe places in the aftermath of a huge fire 40 miles away from me, knowing it so easily could be me and finding a bittersweet joy in my home, that fragile collection of things. I grieve for my neighbors who have lost so much, even their lives and saw a video of a woman who had lost everything but was eager to get back and rebuild her home and town. What an incredible spirit!<br />
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My home is the place I can do and be anything. I can dance or sing or talk to my animals. I can be open to the sky and the trees. I can meditate on the stars and skip happily around the yard. It's my own jewel box of comfort and feeling good. I invite only those special people in who fill my well with grace and kindness and sometimes witty, wicked conversation. How would I feel if it was gone?<br />
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exposed.<br />
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A couple of years ago there was a fire in my backyard, which happens to be a state park. I wasn't here but the flames were quite close and the walking trail is still scorched and black, with dead trees and the brush starting to regrow. I was only concerned with getting my old kitty out safely. And in the back of my mind I was rebuilding, planning, thinking of how I'd like to live if I could start from the ground up.<br />
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That's what we do, we rise from the ashes, we create safe zones for ourselves and act as safe places for those special folk we love. We endure and rebuild and we never give up.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-47806568994444818402018-04-16T08:49:00.002-07:002018-04-16T08:49:44.263-07:00Conversion and chart maniaLike all 50's babies I grew up immersed in the Imperial system of measurement. I believe I was in grade school when we started the slow road to converting to the Metric system.<br />
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Well, it sucked big time. The Metric system isn't hard but the ridiculous conversions just about killed me. I'm not naturally mathematical, my brain works best around words and colors but I am gifted in organizing so algebra later became easy. But why didn't we just do it? Toss the stupid rulers and go for complete change, forget the conversions? Oh well...<br />
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Then one day we stopped. WTF? Was it too hard? Did we run out of money? I'm sure there are in depth discussions of why and who was at fault but the Metric system just became one of those things the foreign folk did and we didn't worry about it unless we planned to travel.<br />
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Fast forward fifty years and I'm still struggling with the Imperial system, inches and quarter inches and eighths and whatnot. Slowly I've been moving myself over to Metrics. I see the simplicity of millimeters and centimeters and how easy they are to deal with, especially with very small units of measurement.<br />
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However, it's still not perfect, if you want to go slightly crazy look up Wire Gauge on Wikipedia and see if that makes any sense to you. Though I've just about got my mainstay wire gauges figured, 22 equals .6mm, 20 equals .8mm and 18 equals 1mm.<br />
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Here's my handy B&S Gauge chart...<br />
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Now Pi is my friend, who da thunk it? If you want to make a ring that actually fits you've gotta learn to do the math. Inner diameter plus the thickness of the wire or sheet times Pi and then add on a bit more if it's going to be a thick ring, holy cow.</div>
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I am now fluent in millimeters, me and my digital calipers, and have gradually moved over from listing small measurements in the ever confusing inches to the more easily understood millimeter.<br />
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So, I apologize if you can't quite understand the measurements I'm using. I still list necklaces in inch length. If you want a measurement in inches just let me know.<br />
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We started in the jungle, stepping down to the tarmac into thick, wet air, skin drinking it up immediately. We were met by a friendly Mestizo man, good humored and knowledgeable about his country. The Eco Lodge is two hours from the airport on a two lane road, which seemed a kind of rough until we experienced more of the local roads. The trip back to the coast the road seemed like a major highway. Tiny towns, huge Mennonite farms off in the distance, everywhere houses made of concrete, palapa roofs here and there, strange trees everywhere. Then, San Ignacio and a six mile trip over roads the politicians hadn't gotten to yet (they'll wait until the next election), rough roads, bounce you around and make you hang on tight, washes of water hiding who knows what type of deep hole? I ended up with big bruises on my shoulder from crashing into the window lock. Then I got smart and moved to a middle seat where I could hang on with both hands.</div>
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Deep dark night by the time we got to the resort, but even in the dark we got a sense of the wonderful experience waiting for us, the lovely cottage, each named for the type of wood in the central beam. And it's humid, everything is wet and doesn't dry. There's a fireplace in front of the big bed, which we indulged in each night, flickering light warming and drying the room, flickering on the walls, pure romance.</div>
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The plants, sweet goodness, the incredible plants everywhere, climbing and displaying their colors, philodendron doing what it does naturally, climb big trees and kill anything it gets a hold of, slowly squeezing it's host; bromeliads tucked into every tree crotch, and others sending tendrils down to the ground to gather extra nourishment, rooting from the top and going down. My enameling brain kicks in and starts designing vivid pink leaves.</div>
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We wake up and toddle outside, gaping like a pair of city slickers, down to the huge outdoor restaurant, to find food at your pleasure at any time, plus the covered bar ready with a luscious pineapple and rum drink. It overlooks the Makal river and the bird feeder brings toucans to munch on the watermelon left there each morning. Later we see another type of toucan perched in a tree and more birds that I've never seen, including a Mot mot with his gorgeous coloring and unusual tail feathers. I am enchanted and thrilled when we see a large iguana climbing a tree and gratified that none of the snakes made an appearance on our entire trip. Note to self, don't do a google search on Belizean snakes before you go.</div>
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Every day is a new adventure. We head out to the San Ignacio market on Saturday morning to have breakfast cooked local style, tortillas patted out by hand and filled with stewed chicken and rice and beans. Then onward to Xunantunich, one of the large Mayan sites and a smaller one, Cahal Pech. Our guides are Mestizo natives, many who speak both Spanish and Maya and have the features from carvings on the temples. We hear an otherworldly sound from the temple....a roaring that has us wondering if dinosaurs are in the trees. It's howler monkeys, small 20 pound fellows with HUGE voices, an incredible experience. Monkeys creep me out, I'm glad to give them a wide berth.</div>
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We take a wild ride on a Polaris, through small communities to the Barton Creek Caves where we load onto a decidedly tippy canoe. Wearing helmets and headlamps we head deep into a limestone cave to experience a Maya holy site, water dripping off the walls and ceiling, which gets lower and lower as I feel my heart rate climb, whew. The culture here is steeped in Maya belief, the Ceiba tree is sacred, it's 13 layers of heaven, it's main body inhabited by humans and the 9 layers of the underworld. Here the creeping limestone resembles the roots of the tree. The priests would spend many days in these caves, communing and offering blood sacrifice. These caves resonate with power. I am very glad to see the light on our way out and feel reborn to the earth.</div>
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Well, it does get much better, one 7 dollar taxi ride down the island and we find that we've scored a cabana right on the end, this is the view from our bedroom window! Plus the bar/restaurant and lovely pool is right next door.</div>
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There's a Mayan chocolate shop in town and we indulge, twice. My man finds a coconut and manages to cut it open and we drink coconut water from the source. He's a nut....no, you can't try to smuggle a coconut home...don't even ask! I won't show you his crazy pic, complete with ocean hair and I don't care, but imagine him half monkey and half Ernest Hemingway and you can imagine.</div>
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An excellent vacation all around, much deserved and enjoyed. The journey home is the usual grueling day of plane rides, confusing and aggravating trips through customs and finally the blessed climb into our hot tub and our own bed, with a happy barkathon the next day. I'm so lucky to have a companion to explore the world with, next up might be Costa Rica.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-20639473255112043562018-01-29T13:43:00.000-08:002018-01-29T13:43:00.611-08:00Drawing to a close...Or, what the hell am I gonna do with all these leaves?<br />
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The bounty of rain last winter made for lush maple trees but I swear my back yard is knee deep right now. Of course I exaggerate and wish dearly that this winter is as wet and wonderful as the last.<br />
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As 2017 draws to a close I get to reflect on the year past which was mostly wonderful and filled with fun.<br />
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My work as joyful, my skills improving each time I fire up the torch or grab my saw. I love it when a long time customer says she's liking the direction I'm headed. I think I'm more confident in being able to actually make the things that float around in my head. I've experienced more success while pushing to my limits.<br />
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I'm not sure how many I'll make but it was fun and I'm keeping this one for me. My son wants one next.<br />
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I'm taking time to explore more stone setting and my love affair with turquoise. I finished this Wednesday this week and sold it on Thursday at the gallery, to a long time customer. This one was hard to let go of but to see it on the hand of such a nice lady was especially gratifying.<br />
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I've taken the time to learn about good turquoise and through the web have been able to buy superior stones directly from the miner/cutter/cabbers, which about the only way you can be completely certain of the quality of any stone. You pay more but it's certainly worth it. Why spend days setting a stone knowing it's a dyed piece of junk?<br />
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My family is healthy and happy doing what they do, living life, building memories, learning that loving is compromise and seeking to understand as well as being understood. I take that to heart also, knowing that the rough times make the easy times so much sweeter. I revel in each moment of looking into my loved ones eyes while we share a meal and holding hands, whether they are large and strong or small and soft.<br />
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I've been thinking a lot about cherishing each moment and each person in this minute because the next might not be here. I love the holidays, each light display, each bit of greenery, each present wrapped and sent or placed under my silly little tree. I love the gatherings and the songs, ooooh, Christmas songs, which I find myself singing softly wherever I go. I'm not the least bit religious but who cares, beauty and love is powerful no matter the root.<br />
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And while I love the holidays I recognize that it's not completely joyful for everyone, me included. I am grateful for my strong shoulder who is available when the sadness of missing overwhelms me. It's okay to be sad, to miss family and friends who won't be with us these days.<br />
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Compassion. Being as gentle as possible with ourselves and those around us, offering help to the weary, a hug to the lost, and finding time to center myself between the green trees and the blue sky. It's all good.<br />
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Peace to you and the happiest of bright New Years!<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-9215268486603914402017-11-21T09:03:00.001-08:002017-11-21T09:03:21.210-08:00Crocker Holiday Artisan Market<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life is a riot of work and fun even while my own dear ones are apprehensive about our political situation and seek to find ways to be gentle with ourselves and those we love and the ones we struggle to love and understand.</div>
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I'm wrapped in love and immersed in creating things. We just finished the two weekends of the Open Studios Tour and it's full speed ahead to the Crocker Holiday Artisan Market on Thanksgiving weekend. I was thrilled to be invited to this superb venue to showcase my jewelry. We're planning and building my booth and hoping to be ready by then.</div>
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I love organic shapes, leaves and flowers from my imaginary garden. I've got a new series building.</div>
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These are blue chalcedony set in sterling silver with my leaves, each cut from silver sheet, shaped and polished and refined.</div>
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Here's the newest pair, golden rutilated smokey quartz with oak leaves. </div>
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Gingko enameled in a gorgeous fresh green, on fine silver.</div>
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One of my imaginary flowers enameled and strung with amethyst beads.</div>
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And this pretty pair of silver petals spilling with rhodolite garnet and pink sapphire beads, which have sold already but I'm working on more.</div>
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I suppose it's true for most anything, that endless repetition that builds the skills deep into our bones and muscles and mind.<br />
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I often hear people wanting to know why a particular thing I do seems so effortless. Well, you should have seen the first 1000, wonky bits that often ended up in the silver recycling cup. I expect near perfection in my pieces, even while knowing my skill level is always improving. Many older things are sold at a discount or taken apart for recycling. It's a wonderful thing that most of my metal I can melt and re-use.<br />
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So, now I've set myself the goal of becoming a really good stone setter. I love adding techniques to my bag of tricks, those things that will enhance my jewelry designs and stretch my ever seeking mind.<br />
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How many is it going to take? 10? 20? 50? It will take just that many, until I'm satisfied and proud to send those pieces out into the world. The first goal is to achieve excellence in a simple setting, no fancy extras, no pretty leaves or balls, just one well set stone, everything smooth, shiny and secure.<br />
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My early efforts have been relatively successful, well, except maybe for that amethyst cab ring sitting on my bench, ick.<br />
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This business depends quite heavily on the right tools, especially finishing equipment. Setting a stone tends to rough up the metal a good deal and the clean-up can be daunting.<br />
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I'm quite happy with this one and it's even made the cut to go to the gallery. A lovely piece of Royston turquoise. I'm please with the bail design and managed to get my maker's mark soldered on the back without making a solder mess. At first you just want to get it soldered, then you go for soldering without extra mess to clean up.<br />
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All good to the very end of setting and that new piece of equipment wasn't doing quite what I thought it was, result, twisted chunk of messy metal, ack! I did a lot of metal bending and managed to recover the piece to a certain extent, but it's not anything but a giveaway, sigh. But that's okay, it's fun to give things away and most people wouldn't be able to see the slight lack of straight. I am happy with the bezel, coming close to the super smooth thick bezel of my dreams.<br />
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And then there was the ring shank that shattered in soldering, oops, don't press down so hard. I'm continuing to work, loving every minute of the learning and mishaps, it's all part of the process.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-54982388957669599162017-04-25T08:17:00.001-07:002017-04-25T08:17:06.792-07:00Sailing!Whew, back home after a week in the British Virgin Islands where I had the best week of my life, sun, water, ocean breezes, snorkeling, basking and exploring tiny islands with my man in the most romantic place on earth.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-43825183348623066802016-12-14T09:43:00.004-08:002016-12-14T09:45:46.428-08:00Marching toward 2017What an interesting year this has been, grand events, much needed changes, wonderful gatherings and traumatic near misses. Each has impacted my life in significant ways, though I could have done without the near miss.<br />
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This was my taking chances year. A time to get out of my comfort zone, take some chances, put myself out there and be bold.<br />
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I'd been hibernating for quite some time, immersed in my art, loving my friends and family and the boys, but down deep continuing to grieve my lost companion. Alone was better than accepting anyone into my life who didn't enrich my days and nights. And in the spring, when he came back, I was wary and cautious but gradually my trust grew as we started from scratch to rebuild. Life is good with someone who understands and celebrates who and what you are. I could not have accomplished so much nor weathered the storms without his strong arm to lean on and his big heart to hold mine.<br />
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I continued to make wonderful art and entered a piece in the CA State Fair, winning two ribbons in the process and firing up my imagination for future projects.<br />
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Then another wee babe came into our lives, this cherished and delightful baby, who makes us all stop and say, "I just love this baby!". She's enthralled her big sister and all of us. Now we have two delightful little girls to play with, love and watch grow up much too fast.<br />
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Limping into 2016 I decided that living with pain wasn't going to work any longer. So I put into motion the hip replacement that I so badly needed, dreading the surgery, pain and lack of independence. It's been 11 weeks now, walking through pain and fear, finding joy in the lack of pain and the improved movement, each day is better than the last. I'm so glad I did it and often now I can walk without limping which is such a grand and glorious feeling. We are looking forward to bike rides and hiking the back trails with our furry friends.<br />
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Family time and watching my man enchanted by my 3 year old Granddaughter has been one of the best things of the year.<br />
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My son is pursuing his dream on the road, playing music coast to coast. We got to see him in Santa Cruz recently, who would have thought a couple of 60 year olds would end up being band groupies? Check out Walker Lukens and the Sidearms, they are going places!<br />
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While my creative side has taken a back burner to healing it's definitely still alive and itching to get going. I'm only flexing my fingers at this point, loosening up for some fun in the next few months. I continue to love enameling bu the tray of natural turquoise is calling me for some stone setting.<br />
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Reminding me that life is short, my beloved Hank and I were in a terrible accident. Hit and sent spinning into the opposite lane, hit again, shuddering to a stop, eyes closed, waiting for the next hit. This is my nightmare life right now, waking to horror and fear, knowing the final hit could have been a large truck. It's really, really hard to deal with, the shattering of confidence. I didn't experience outward damage but the inside damage is still to be determined and dealt with. I will deal with it and move on and hopefully find my confidence again, along with some measure of trust in my fellow drivers, but it's going to take time.<br />
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And so here we are, looking forward to much more, more family, more friends, more adventures, more traveling, more creativity, more loving life in each minute. I am so grateful to be here.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-89458687897926438182016-10-07T12:19:00.000-07:002016-10-07T12:19:47.049-07:00New hardware...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay, this is hard, painful, discouraging and completely exhausting, and yet I'm very happy to be getting through it. I'm one week past my hip joint replacement surgery and am actually doing pretty darn well. It's been a rollercoaster for a couple weeks. I had to use all my courage to face down a very scary surgery.<br />
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First off, if you're looking at joint replacement surgery good for you. I'm sure you've carefully considered the implications of a drastic, life changing surgery. If you know someone heading into any kind of joint replacement please listen up. Do not tell your friend not to be scared, bullshit! What's not scary about having the top of your leg sawn off and a gigantic metal prosthesis shoved down into the bone? If you're not scared you're either nuts or taking way too many pain pills already.<br />
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Don't tell them they should do this method or that method. Save your wikipedia medical knowledge for when you're playing a doctor at Halloween. If you've had the Anterior method I'm glad it's working for you. Do not tell me that I'll be sorry if I don't do it your way and that I should pack my bags and travel to another state to have this done. Really? Are you gonna take care of me while I'm there? I'm smart and I have a background in the medical field. At 20 I was sticking needles in people, dispensing meds, checking iv's, suctioning trachea's, changing dressings on brain surgery patients and ever since then I've read Medical Journals for fun. I know where to find information. I know what a good study is and what's a bogus bunch of crap. I've talked to several docs and gotten info from the source. I also don't have time to interview 12 doctors. I want the doc who is so busy putting new joints in people that he doesn't have time to waste. Yeah, him...<br />
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Don't blather on about how this is done everyday and that this is the easiest of the joint replacement surgeries, again, see above, cut top of leg bone off....<br />
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Do tell them that you're proud of them for being courageous enough to want to take their life back. Courage is being afraid but doing it anyway. Do tell them that you'll be there to listen to them cry at 11pm at night when they just can't face another night of pain. Do stop in to visit if they are ready, bring some lunch and a cookie. Do send them a text once a day just to check in. Do offer to bring some tasty tidbit for late night snacking. Do keep them in the friend/family loop, so they have something to look forward to.<br />
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Do not bring them the latest fad from the local witch doctor. Do you know exactly how that herbal interacts with the combination of opiods and beta blockers and salicylic acids? Just don't, really.<br />
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Do remind them that the end product has to be better than the constant, endless pain and missing out on activities they love.<br />
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Because sometimes it's a bit hard to see around the big fat elephant of pain and loss and fear that sits on your chest late at night, the endless loop of...ouch, is my leg warm, is that a blood clot forming, ouch, damn, have to get up and pee again, dammit - ouch - fuck - hurt, can I have more pain pills, have my bowels packed a suitcase and gone to China, oh no - I'm getting a cramp in my foot, my foot is cold, is that a blood clot, ouch - shit - ow, no - don't move like that, back hurts now, hmmm - drugs are working, did I take too much, am I gonna sleep or quit breathing, oh man - wish I could sleep on this incision, ouch - ow - really - ow, no crossing legs, will I ever walk normally again, what color pads should I buy for my crutches, eek - holy shit - now it's the shooting nerves, I'm thirsty, pondering moving vs a mouth a camel pooped in....ouch, ouch, ouch...<br />
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I did it, it's done and gratefully I have the best caregiver imaginable, loving and giving and wrapping me up in big old hugs, teasing me out of my mini Pity Parties, rubbing my sore legs, feeding me, bathing me, just caring in incredible ways, being there in every way. I could not do this without him, my rock.<br />
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And all the fine people who make my life such a rich tapestry, checking in on me and being so giving of their love and time.<br />
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I'm so glad I did it. I can't wait to get back to hiking my beloved trails. This will be harder and longer than I imagined, but that's okay, the end product will be the same, less pain and more fun.<br />
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PeaceSuzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-30944001306358991602016-08-30T23:01:00.000-07:002016-08-30T23:01:16.531-07:00The future...Oh boy, life is so interesting.<br />
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A new baby has arrived, all pink skin and froggy snuggles. I spent two weeks in Texas playing with my darling girls and the wonderful man who loves them.<br />
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Wee Hazel is here, charming us all with her wonderful calm baby energy. She's the second baby you hope you get when you've already got a three year old to keep up with.<br />
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I could not get enough of holding her and watching my daughter hold her and cherish her and fall in love with her again every minute of the day. I so enjoyed caring for my daughter, being the Mother I didn't have, serving her and allowing her to rest and grow into her new role as a mother of two.<br />
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And this one, who loves to dance half dressed in her butterfly wings adorned with my biggest earrings. Who couldn't find her enchanting? She's a pistol, sometimes hard to keep up with but always loving. She's loving her baby sister and is very helpful in a not so helpful way. She came running into the guest house every morning, calling loudly Grandma, Grandma! She says she didn't want to scare me so she made lots of noise. Of course, I was awake early to crack the door so she could get in, but we won't tell her that.<br />
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Then I came home to get ready for my Dad's 90th birthday, with various celebrities flying in, like my son and even my ex husband, all to celebrate with my Dad. We had a marvelous time with dinners and a workshop party featuring melted metal and lots of joyful friendship.<br />
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The best thing is to come home to loving arms. I'm blessed to know this man. We've been through a lot of trials but the path ahead is open and filled with fun. Being part of his family and having him be part of mine is the best thing ever. We'll be sailing in blue waters next spring but find joy in kayaking in our local lakes and working together in his fine workshop. The holidays ahead will bring my family all together here and I know they'll enjoy his company as much as I do. I cannot wait to see him juggle the baby.<br />
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I'll be reporting the realities of a hip replacement soon, but I've got lots of great help so it should go well and once again we'll be hiking the back country. This comfort lover wants to try some camping, at least once. But then again, with the right company anything is possible.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-64148965565936633932016-07-05T23:11:00.001-07:002016-07-05T23:11:21.371-07:00AbsorbedOh boy, I love what I do and every day it just gets better and better.<br />
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I'm trying to push my enameling skills hoping one day to be able to call myself an enamelist, instead of a rank beginner.<br />
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The beginner title suits me. Enameling is a lifetime achievement type of endeavor and since I only have 30 more years or so I'd best get moving. If you know me you'd hear me giggle right now.<br />
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My bestie and I are heading to a class with a Master Enamelist this fall. We're both so excited we can hardly stand it.<br />
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I think this is my third cloisonne piece ever but I'm definitely loving it and my skills are improving rapidly.<br />
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Here's the beginning. I built the fine silver frame, fused it and then started bending the small, thin, fine silver cloisonne wire to make the design.<br />
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It's working, layering more and more enamel, one coat at a time, adding the 24 karat gold foil into the middle, adding more and more color.<br />
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And now for some shading, the dark pink and some opalescent white. This one just knocks me over, all of a sudden it's really gorgeous! Next up will be a couple coats of clear, then stone it down so the surface is smooth, then back in the kiln to make it shiny again.<br />
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Couple more weeks to the State Fair awards ceremony. I wonder if I'll get a ribbon? How thrilling!<br />
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Life is good, in every way. A dear friend recently posted a wonderful thought about realizing that she's got everything she ever dreamed of. She happens to be a person who finds amazing grace in her every day life as well as the bigger things. It's certainly a good way to live. When I get weighed down with the negatives in life I have only to think of those I love and the joy they bring into my life and my heart lifts. Then the corners of my mouth follow suit and soon I'm happily back on track. I know I only have this minute to feel joy.<br />
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I wish you joy, this minute, the next is up to you.<br />
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AlwaysSuzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-53885444876888577932016-07-02T22:08:00.000-07:002016-07-07T07:32:14.549-07:00July...How does that happen that we zoom from January to July in just days, hours, minutes?<br />
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It's being happy, spending quality time with friends and the perfect lover, those that sync into my life in perfect rhythm, sharing so many interests and loves, absorbed in hours of bliss.<br />
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I count my blessings every day, waking up to knowing how grounded I am, in my life, in my art, in my friends, in my family, in my love, feeling the rightness of being that so few can ever attain.<br />
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We traveled to Texas recently, played with mad abandon in music, food, water, loving family and friendships that will be better as time grows, solid feel good time, surrounded by love, talent, passion, striving to be better, calm hours of talking, never lacking.<br />
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The final test is traveling with a person, can there be joy in the best of activities? And oh yes, there was, generosity of spirit, interest in the greater world, opening to new worlds and new people, ever expanding our horizons, reveling in being together in each minute's light.<br />
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I am courage, I am steadfast strength of character and will. I walked into the fire alone and came through clean and new and ready to face my life on my terms. I am the noble eagle. I am the wise raven. I am the sun and the light and those who truly live will be drawn to that unerringly. I am above all, love.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-6183042007911701832016-06-08T12:49:00.002-07:002016-06-08T12:49:52.536-07:002016 California State FairThe wait has been excruciating. I was hoping that I'd at least get to be in the Fair for my very first entry. Well, it's better than I thought, 1st Place and Best of Division with some nice comments from the judge.<br />
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I'm a very happy jeweler.<br />
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Always.Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-59948005127383866682016-06-08T08:19:00.001-07:002016-06-10T15:30:08.111-07:00BanglesI woke up one day craving bangles.<br />
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I went down to the local hardware store and bought a piece of fence post and a round file and managed to make a very crude tool.<br />
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It worked very well. I managed to make these.<br />
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I used a wonderful how-to video from a well known jeweler and then went off in my own direction. The trapped stones are my favorite and more will be coming soon.<br />
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A very talented friend offered to make me a more elegant tool. Who's gonna turn that offer down? This is the next generation of tool, which works quite well. I'm still trying to figure out how best to attach it to my bench, especially since bench space is at a minimum around here.<br />
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I love it, being the tool junkie I am and having something made is even better.<br />
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These are in progress, terrible picture from my bench but you get the idea. I'm going for a thicker, more frilly bangle, so far, so good.<br />
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For two years I've been looking for an enamel that would fire true. I wanted pinks and roses and reds and time and again I'd get....brown.<br />
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Whew, discouraging, expensive, ugly chunks of brown coated enamel started to pile up. I tried several different bases (flux) but had no success. I talked to enamel experts and got the same line, try this, try that, this works, nope, it didn't. Sometimes the browns were quite lovely...<br />
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One recommendation turned out successfully, a raspberry that turned a strong, rich, gold toned red. I used that color over and over and actually got a pinkish shade with careful control and multiple flux coats.<br />
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Luckily I have a wonderful friend who toddles along with me in enamel land. She tried another color, it wasn't bad and in fact made even the raspberry quite beautiful. The pink continued to elude us. But having an inquisitive friend for encouragement is a fine thing. I tried another possibility and was completely astounded to get this!<br />
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Gorgeously soft and beautiful pink that was consistent in it's beauty, we did the happy dance. We're following this line of color adventure into even more gorgeous colors of purples.<br />
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I'm so lucky to have an inquiring friend to share these adventures. I'd certainly have given up before now, wandering alone in a complicated field.<br />
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My bestie and I are awash in pink enamels, determined to find that alchemical combination that will fire true. Bring me pinks and lavenders, all soft and sweet! I've been cutting paper and copper to find the next few parts of my imaginary garden. Having time to explore is one of the best things in my life. I've been rearranging my overbooked schedule so I have those ultimately productive hours. It's not possible for me to fit creativity into some small block of time. In my wanderings over the last month my Muse showed me the expanses she craves and I took it to heart.<br />
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I woke up here one cold spring morning and felt so extraordinarily alive. My heart expanded and my thoughts clarified (even as my lungs labored a bit at 7800 foot altitude). From there it was get home, get to work, got things to make, ideas began to coalesce into reality.<br />
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I finished this as soon as I unpacked.<br />
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AlwaysSuzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-4651708586219054752016-03-27T13:41:00.000-07:002016-04-16T09:38:37.358-07:00Tick, tick, tick...I noticed that my intro on this blog says I'm 50 something, which is only going to be correct for a little over 9 months. Then I'm going to have to change the clock to 60 something and start the count down to 70 something.<br />
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Actually, I'm a little excited about 60. My 50's were fraught with changes. I'm leaving my 50's with my thoughts turned firmly to the future. That great wide open plain of possibilities, sprinkled with leaping antelope and grazing bison, circled by tall mountains and sheltering trees waits for me, beckoning.<br />
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This new year is so delightful already, what's not to look forward to?Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-63108816806095192072016-03-23T14:03:00.000-07:002016-03-23T14:03:00.282-07:00Much fun!Lots of projects going on, some completed, some still in progress. I've left it all to travel around the SW, visit some family, see some sights, wallow around in Granddaughter land. <div>
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I love organic shapes in jewelry, flowers are the best. My Imaginary Garden keeps blooming in one way or another.</div>
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The Petal series has shaped itself into something that I'll explore much more.</div>
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Here are the blanks, cut out of fine silver sheet. I textured the ends that will show.</div>
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These three show the gradual forging of the metal to make it curl into itself.</div>
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It still seems so strange to me that the enamel powder turns from white to yellow and even reds. This second pic shows the strange contraptions I come up with to keep the pieces from sticking to the trivets in the kiln. I want these smooth and sleek.</div>
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Here are a few of the petals plus some other things in progress.<br />
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Here are the stamens getting soldered together.<br />
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Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-28177119343991051062016-02-01T09:38:00.000-08:002016-02-01T09:38:08.357-08:00Enamel AdventuresSometimes I drag my feet a bit but luckily I have a good metalsmithing friend who is always up for something new. It works beautifully when you don't have to go out and buy a bunch of material just to try a new technique.<br />
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So, the first foray into cloisonne enamel happened and I decided I like it alot. I have to shove all those visions of uptight, ridged, old school enamel and let it bubble around in my toolbox of creativity.<br />
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I also wanted to try setting an enamel piece in a metal basket, here's what happened.<br />
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Here the enamel pieces are finished and the design of the basket setting is in progress. I have not a clue how to actually do this so it's going to be a bit of trial and error. Maybe mostly error, (chuckle).<br />
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The first time I did this I didn't plan prongs, thinking I'd just bend the outside spokes to hold the piece, but that's not good, prongs have to be fairly close to hold a piece securely.</div>
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So here I'm adding the upright prongs. This is some tricky soldering but a small hot flame seemed to do the trick.</div>
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Then I soldered the radiating spokes to the top piece.<br />
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Clean up in progress, how long do those prongs need to be? We shall see.<br />
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Getting there. I think this is where I broke a prong off and had to go back and solder on another one. I also cracked the edge of the enamel piece and had to send it back into the kiln.<br />
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Ta da! They are a wonderful pair of statement earrings, just a bit on the heavy side, not something I'd want to wear all day. They might make a nice couple of pendants too, but for now they're good.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-10334639083255737692016-01-07T22:24:00.001-08:002016-01-08T23:20:41.055-08:00Reflection and ProjectionI love doing a yearly recap. I sift through the old year and ponder which parts will influence the new. What did I do right that I want to continue? What things do I never want to repeat? What needs to be tweaked a bit or maybe revisited in the future?<br />
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Well, this year I learned to love myself. It was probably one of the most profound and difficult and yet inspiring times of my life. What's that song? "Looking for love in all the wrong places?" Yep, that was my theme song. I knew that I needed to put me first. I did a few times, in between him and him and him and so on. The scary place inside I managed to avoid, it was so dark and alone.<br />
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Finally, I said Basta! Enough! Stop! No more! I realized that my last partner left such a huge hole in my heart that there was nothing left to share. I quit looking and started to spend time with myself. One month and then two and finally four and more and now it's over nine months (yes, I'm still counting, who's perfect?) and I've made it to a New Year, happy and fulfilled and eager to get up and drink coffee in my hot tub, wondering what sort of interesting things I can get into on this great day?<br />
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I found friends, good friends, people I cannot wait to talk to on any given day, people I find endlessly interesting, women of strong character with equally strong creative streaks, women and men who make me laugh and don't mind that I'm driven and that I tend to forget the world exists and need to be lured out of my obsessions every now and then. That they seem to like me makes me a little uncomfortable and bashfully giddy. I know I'm worthy but often have to remind myself.<br />
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I love my work. I love the beauty that comes from my creative mind and talented hands.<br />
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I have been able to immerse myself in learning new things and you'll often find me laughing out loud in huge, joyous, explosive bursts of happiness. Dream it, plan it, do it, love it and then back to the beginning, how much better does it get?<br />
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I know it gets a lot better. There is so much to do. And so little time, hopefully thirty more years if I'm lucky.<br />
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Of course, there have been challenges. In constant pain I gave up on my hip and set in motion a replacement until I met an outstanding Orthopedic Surgeon who helped me get my fighting spirit back. Now, with some dedication to physical therapy and pain management I'm working on getting stronger and if it has to be done down the road I'll be ready, both physically and mentally.<br />
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I think the best lesson I've learned this year is that I really do come first and that's not a selfish thing. I have to take care of myself. I am able to see the value in that for me and for others. I backslide pretty quickly but bounce back and work harder to stay on track with that strange notion.<br />
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The stronger my foundation gets the more I feel ready for adventure. I don't have to stay in any one place forever. While I love this area I am feeling more and more that it's time for me to move on. I'm looking for new places to live, the Southwest is calling, maybe New Mexico, maybe Colorado. Will it be a condo in sunny Santa Fe? A mountain retreat in southern Colorado? I'm so excited thinking about a new adventure, new places, new challenges, new venues for my jewelry, new people to meet.<br />
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The doors are wide open. I only have to step through them.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-7173509365888063772015-12-25T23:19:00.003-08:002015-12-25T23:19:58.696-08:00Christmas Full MoonHow much better does it get?<br />
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Hanging with my son in the hot tub, drinking wine and tequila and philosophizing the time away under a full moon?<br />
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This time is so precious with him as well as watching him interact with the older generation, knowing he's storing up memories. I'm doing some memory saving of my own.<br />
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Walking the Tribute trail on a cool and crisp sunshine and shadows day, happy dogs bounding ahead.<br />
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Convincing my family to sit and play a simple dice game.<br />
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Slowly conquering the hideous flu I contracted almost ten days ago.<br />
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Thinking about new projects brewing in my studio.<br />
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Big changes ahead this year as my need to wander kicks in.<br />
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Life is always so good.<br />
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<br />Suzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-39447146416206521242015-11-27T09:28:00.001-08:002015-11-27T09:28:10.302-08:00The day after...Still in the post Thanksgiving stupor, but enjoyed it nonetheless. My dear family collaborates to cook a great meal with the single exception of their inexplicable love for nasty mass produced pies. The good thing about that is absolutely no temptation to serve up a plate of pie covered in whipped cream, save on some calories and then there's room for more turkey and dressing.<br />
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Life is lovely and busy and full of friends and family and endless incredible hours of burning metal. This is the latest and one of my all time favorites, golden rutilated quartz in sterling silver.<br />
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It's called the Clouds pendant, the holes in the back plate let the light through and look like bubbles through the stone. I'm very happy with this one and plan on a small series of pendants and earrings.<br />
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Staying home this holiday, the first in several years, might have to string up some lights.<br />
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AlwaysSuzanne Himmlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10747044903803876362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18816677.post-91173028115139801232015-10-24T19:42:00.001-07:002015-10-24T19:42:30.585-07:00Turquoise and LaceA few process pics from my newest ring. Of course, I forgot to take pics during most of the crucial events but you get the idea.<br />
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I'm having a serious brain lapse on getting my Riverwoman stamp on these pieces. I'll have to sign them by hand. I sweat soldered my name tag on this one and managed to melt the crap out of it and had to unsweat solder it. Jeez, if I could just remember to stamp the ring shank...<br />
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The beginning, the bezel is already cut and soldered, the architectural elements are stamped, cut and sanded, and still trying a lot of different sized silver balls.<br />
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On the soldering bench, the bezel is soldered to the backplate first and then the extra elements are soldered on. I managed to get all those little pieces stuck on at the same time without melting anything, yay!</div>
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Polished up and ready to saw off the extra part of the backplate<br />
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Sawed the backplate around the piece. Now it's ready for the ring shank. This part I forgot to photograph. I made a wide band, sawed it it three parts, spread them out and refined and then soldered on the side elements before soldering the two main parts together.<br />
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Here it is, cleaned up before adding the Liver of Sulfur patina.<br />
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If this was my ring I'd leave it with the heavy patina on. It wears off pretty quickly but I love the blues and golds you can get with carefully applied LOS.<br />
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Polishing off most of the LOS leaves a ring with depth and character. This is a pretty piece of natural Royston Nevada turquoise. It is heavily backed, but that helps cushion the stone and lets me use the high thick bezel I prefer.<br />
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