Ducks, Clocks, Sunshine and Bananas

I make no apologies for the content of this post…I need to drain the brain, such as it were, so be warned…weirdness inside…

now that I’ve scared off the timid… 

Last night, I went to my favorite ring vendor to drool, dream, and torture my credit card.  What do I see front and center?


The duckies are spreading 😀

And how appropriate – for a Tweet to appear featuring one of them?  Maybe I can convince Twitter to start calling them ‘Quacks’ instead of ‘tweets?’

To celebrate, I went to my Etsy account, and scheduled a sale…from March 22nd to the 29th, I’ll be knocking off 15% of the sale price of any of the Duck YEAH sculptures listed on the site, so I can spread them far and wide.



And, in COMPLETELY unrelated news…we’ve shifted our clocks again to be on daylight savings time.  Not sure what daylight I’m saving by this move (as far as I can tell, the sun shines the length of time it’s gonna shine no matter what our clocks say…), and I’ve gone from getting out of bed while the sun is JUUUUST peeking around the buildings to it being dark and cold again.  I’m sure there was some little toadie in some office somewhere in this country who thought it would be nice to get up BEFORE the sun, and everyone should be so ‘lucky.’

To which I say “Dude…get a damn cat, and leave the food bowls empty overnight.”  I can guarantee you’ll be getting up at Feed-me-O’Clock and the rest of us can sleep in!



And…slightly related but yea, that’s a stretch here…I had a hard time falling to sleep last night, partly because of the yearly issue with the aforementioned clocks and sun, but also because I had an earworm running rather loudly in my head.

The fun part (or annoying, as this one was chasing off the illusive ZZZ’s…) it the worms were singing it wrong.  I now am utterly convinced there’s a line in Weird Al’s ‘Tacky” song that goes…

“banana-flavored love machine…”


I may have to step away from the iPod for a few days…


First World Artist Problems

So…I had a thing happen on Etsy today.


I listed out my stainless steel dodecahedron July of 2016.  It languished on the site, got some views, some favorites, but never attracted a buyer.  I priced it higher than most of the goodies on my store for a couple of reasons.

  1. It’s 16 gauge stainless steel rings.  A LOT of them.
  2. Stainless is a right royal bitch to work with.  It fights (and sometimes BITES) back.
  3. It took several hours of hard work time.  It also spent some time languishing in the “what…how…am I doing this RIGHT???” project pile on a corner of my desk.  While there IS a tutorial on M.A.I.L., it’s one of the very scaled down ones, and didn’t offer much help besides: just study the form, it should be easy…
  4. It wasn’t.
  5. It was proceeded by older brothers who never really got past the ‘well, THAT didn’t work’ pile, and got deconstructed.
  6. It was the first time I EVER successfully completed a 3D form.


Early this morning, someone bought my ball.

I’m kinda on the fence with this one.  On one hand, I’m happy that someone appreciates sculptural forms enough to purchase one from me…but on the other hand….

it’s kinda like selling my first born.

Once I got over the sentiment, I wrapped him up in paper and a box, plastic on the outside of that box, more stuffing and a bigger box, which I then taped the living hell out of.  He’ll make it, as safely as I can make it, all the way to California.

I even hugged the box for good measure…

My toys travel farther than I do 😀

Kicking 2017 to the Curb

Yup…it’s a bright and shiny new year.  Welcome 2018!


I like the number 18.  It’s a nice, round number.  It’s the day in September I was shoved out into the world 50 years ago.  It’s the age that I took my first hesitant steps into the world of adulting.  A long time ago, I was officially employee 118 at a job I held for the next 13 years.

For the bulk of this year, my youngest son will be 18…taking HIS first wobbly steps into adulthood.  I hope, with a parent’s insite, that the first time adulthood leaps at him and knocks him to his ass, I’ve given him enough tools to get back up and flip disappointment the bird.

I’ll just have to wait and see.

Most years, I firmly resolve to be anti-resolution.  This year, I actually HAVE one, and a sad one at that.

I have to spend some time with my Mom, who’s kidneys are failing.  She’s refusing dialysis, so when they stop, so shall she.

Guess it’s my turn to learn again how to flip off pain…and I have a plan already in place.


Thanks to the chainmaillers group, I have a new form… tiny little angels.


I’m gifting these adorable little beacons of hope, joy, love and patience as widely across the globe as I can.  Many will end up in Art Abandonment packages and scattered across my local area, and I did put up an Etsy listing for them…but these things require a wider reach than my poor car and Etsy sales will allow.

Global…I am not…

So I offer all my regular readers here a gift…the gift of a tiny little angel filled with as much positive mojo as I can build into them…


You’ll note I said gift.  That means no exchange of goods for money…just the angels winging their way (well, with the help of the post office) to your doors…because a banner declaring anything FREEEEEEE! nowadays has people looking for the attached strings.

But I mean it.  You want me to mail you an angel?  Reach me at my Etsy shop with your address, and I’ll get one out to you, because I can’t figure out how to get WordPress to put up a ‘contact me’ page.



Amazon wants to KILL me!

I’ve been an Amazon Prime member for a number of years.  As such, they occasionally send me “helpful shopping suggestions” based on whatever I’ve recently been looking at on their site.  Today…they sent me this for a recommendation:


Now…I haven’t worn anything other than flats for 3+ years. The decision to go totally flat was based, at the time, on the increasing gulf between that 29 fiction I keep attempting to run regarding my age and the real, chronological amount of time I’ve spent converting perfectly delicious foodstuffs to various waste products.  It was also based on how my feet felt in anything that elevated my heels above my toes, and how difficult it was to maintain an upright posture when wearing such things.

Balance…I have not.

So why would Amazon have a pair of platform, stiletto-heeled, over the knee black patent leather boots as something I might actually buy???

They must want me dead…because I’d have to be in such a state to wear those things.

Granted, when I was young and foolish enough to go into one of the big shoe stores in the MALL (nope, never again!) I used to try on things like this.  Not because I liked them, or could envision me ever wearing them, but because I considered them to be too ugly to not try on, totter around in, and laugh at.

I once had a pair of little old ladies ask me ‘Where you goin’ in those shoes, Daaaaaahlin?’ when I was wobbling about in a pair of sparkly gold, patent-leather, platform/6 inch heel pumps.

I told them the Emergency Room was the most likely destination.


I just can’t understand why Amazon would wish me ill.  I did some of my Christmas shopping on their site…ordered more of my toothpaste, and got some stretchy tank tops to wear under everything else in a desperate bid to keep warm in the frozen tundra.  If I don’t have at least one box with the little Amazon Smilie on it…the house just doesn’t feel right.

Why this overt threat against my ankles, Amazon?  Are you THAT pissed that I bought some stuff from Etsy?



Shopping Madness and Avoidance


Etsy developed a new platform for offering sales for their sellers and their customers – so I decided to offer my first ever sale this weekend.

We’re having a SALE!

So, if anyone out there wants to electronically finger the wares in my shop – I’m offering 15% off with a minimum of $45.


No charge for window shopping 😀

In slightly related news – someone put together a compilation video of the Black Friday madness.  Why anyone would think this crush of humanity well-steeped in greed is FUN is beyond me.  You couldn’t drag me to one of these events even if you pressed a gun to my head.

I had a very nice Black Friday – I did abandon my goal to become a hermit because it was sunny and slightly warm.  I took a looooooooong 3 mile walk around the Fox River with my camera and my iPod for company.  Here are some of my favorite shots:

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Yet another post about little metal rings in interesting configurations…

The pliers have been HOT, and the creation process boiling over in my head.  The muses must have gotten a hold of some serious caffeine pills.

Nothing stronger, thanks.  I don’t think I could handle THIS…


Got the Mobyzan hearts all lined up on Etsy and ready to publish, both the tutorial and the finished forms…just waiting until November 1st to do so, so October isn’t so ‘listing heavy’ when it comes time to renew the things.

I also started playing with the weave used to make the dice again.  The first time I went ‘off the tutorial’ I created collars from a single strip of the weave.

These ones, in case you’ve forgotten…

Shippo Tsunagi Choker

And I have once again wandered afield with this weave to pair it with a different focal.

See – I wanted to see how Metal Designz does their kits.  If I was going to approach them on kitting out either the Dragon or the Mobyzan, I wanted to assure myself that what they were sending people was quality stuff.  So I bought a new tutorial I’d drooled over for a while called  Her Majesty’s quilt  and picked up a kit from Metal Designz.

All for research, donchaknow (at least, that’s how I justified the spending 😀 )

Nice kits, if I do say so – I’m happy they’re going to be putting together supplies for the Mobyzan.

The Her Majesty’s Quilt necklace, when constructed as written, however, needed a bit of a punch up, as I was slightly unimpressed at the length of chain winding around the form.

Enter the muses with the aforementioned caffeine pills…

Because the weave used in the collars and the capture of the crystal in HMQ are both square – I thought “Why not?” and mashed the two together.


Can my muses cook, or what???

If any of you want to rip this beauty off my neck…it’s up on Etsy here.


How to Chain Your Dragon


I did it…I got the tutorial done for my dragon design.

YEA, ME!!!!


It was a monster of a project – almost as monstrous as all the design work that went into the form.  I lost sight of the actual photo count by the time I finished (added a few last minute shots, dropped a few others) but I had 251 pixs edited and lined up by the time I’d finished the photo work phase.

The final page count for the tutorial is 79 – but most of that space is taken up by the pictures.  It ended up a HUGE file in my hard drive.

Now, I’m no stranger to writing (duh!).  I’ve done ‘how to’s’ for employers in the past as they attempted to document JUST how a certain job is performed.  The writing of those little guides were usually dry, cold, impersonal and boring as hell, because there were higher-up’s involved who wouldn’t know a humorous phrase if it came up off the page and bit their noses off.

When I started the dragon tutorial, this was how the writing ‘clicked,’ because that’s my past experience with guides…a very ‘business impersonal’ style.

Took me a moment to realize what I was doing – and scrap the first draft.  I didn’t need to impersonalize this work, because there were no higher-ups between me and the publishing button.  The ONLY thing that would stop me from inserting my personality into this work was ME.

Can you see me cackling madly at my keyboard, yet?

If you want to make a dragon of your very own – here’s the listing:

How to Chain Your Dragon (a tutorial)

And if you want a dragon withOUT all the mucking about with pliers and little metal rings – I’ll make one for you:

My Pet Dragon

Chainmaille Dragon Face close in