I have a friend that is really into to horoscopes.  She explained to me that in astrology, there are four elements, fire, air, earth and water. These were and are believed to correspond to four basic psychological temperaments.  You can determine your zodiac sign by your birthday and depending on your sign you will fall into one of the four element categories.  So of course I need to know what this means.  Who am I according to zodiac land?

Sooo, I did some research and according to http://horoscope.xaapa.com/:
The Element of Water is associated with the Signs Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces, and it also rules the Fourth, Eighth and Twelfth Houses (what ever that is supposed to mean).  Water Signs are intuitive, sensitive and feel more intensely than the rest.  They are emotional and nurturing and, like a river, run deep.  How things feel is what matters to these folks, and they base their actions on sense, rather than on logic or intellect.  Water is also about compassion and understanding, since the receptive talents of these individuals are remarkably high.  Water Sign people can take in the feelings of others, process them, and put forth a plan or solution that will be conscientious to all.  Those graced by Water love to take their sense of the world and translate it into the artistic.  They desire aesthetic beauty — and for everyone to be happy as a result of that beauty.  Much like still water can become stagnant, however, an inactive Water Sign person is not a Water Sign person at their best.  Water Signs feel most fulfilled when they are helping others, and they do so in an enchanting, considerate and even romantic way.  The flip side of this dreamy Water world is the tendency of these individuals to brood.  Water Signs are susceptible to mood swings, and, at their worst, they could become self-indulgent, controlling and hostage to a fantasy world.  This also brings up the ability of these folks to see things more clearly than others.  Water Signs are emotional, empathetic, receptive and feel things deeply.  Alternately calm like the sea or possessing the force of a torrential rain, the emotions brought forth by this Element are plentiful, indeed. 

It fit the bill for the most part.  They forgot to mention slightly self centered at times but I am fine with them leaving that part out. 

The reason I bring all of this up is because, I helped my mother-in-law paint a mural on her wall to make her house feel like the ocean.  She said to me, that she is a "water-girl," and that made me wonder if she the same element sign as me.  She isn't, as far as I know, which isn't much about horoscopes.  She falls short of being a water sign by two days.  But she is spot on with the personality test.  She is compassionate, understanding, and filled with emotion.  Ive never seen her be controlling or moody, however, all the other things where right on the money. 

So is she a "water-girl?"  Could the stars be wrong?  Yes, or at least the people reading them are.  She is definitely a water-girl.  And kudos to her, for knowing exactly who she is without reading a silly horoscope for self evaluation like I did. 
I was born with a love for jewelry. One Christmas when I was pretty young, I was asked what I would like Santa to bring for me. My mother tells the story of my slurred wish for a hello kitty “georgy” box and how they had so much trouble trying to figure out my request. My father still warns my husband of my younger days, when I would bring my father an ad from the Sunday paper of a diamond ring that I had carefully picked out. There is something magical and sweet about little girls and their love for dressing up and being beautiful. That is what inspired me to make a mother and daughter necklace set for one of my favorite set of girls.
As I have gotten older, food has evolved into a more and more important part of my life. In Jr. High I would take the money that my father gave me for lunch and purchase an nutty buddy bar, then put the leftover dollar seventy five in a stash that my brothers were sure not to find. Food was just something that kept my stomach from growling, and the more sugar, the more fun to eat. It took a few sarcastically over the top anatomy teachers before I really started thinking about the repercussions of a nutty bar diet.

There is something that is honest and truly lovely about something home cooked. It is something that is treasured by many and should be cherished by everyone. You feel like you know the logistics of the ingredients that are going into the master piece. But do you? I am a fan of full disclosure and transparency of large corporations. I believe that it should be noted on the side of the can, how many times the products were processed, where they came from, if they were “lab-ricated,” what was sprayed on them, how much was sprayed on them, and what they were injected with. But they don’t do that so I have to wonder around the grocery store like a health nut, looking for products that I pre-researched, just hoping that that doesn’t cause cancer too (because everything causes cancer). So where does the blame fall when the food and agriculture industry gets so carried away and greedy? Does it fall on the corporations that are pocketing all of your cash and not selling you the nutrients that you intended to purchase? Does the blame fall on the government because the FDA let the reins get too loose? Or should we blame the consumer, because after all, this is a capitalism driven country? The answer is yes, yes, and yes, with less emphasis on the last yes.

It’s crappy that it has come to this. I mean, how could you not cherish a lovely nutritious bowl of split pea soup, paired with a grilled Muenster sandwich in its entire deserved honor?  With all the love that went into making and eating the food that warms our souls, the same effort should go into growing, raising, preparing, and packaging that food.
I could single handedly drink enough wine to start a cork collection. So I did. I aspire to create my own cork board, with all of my corks which I have saved. I just had to make getting drunk productive! My finished product is soon to come.

...Welllll, maybe not so soon. I think I was overestimating my overconsumption. That’s a first. I might have to employ some of my lovely wine drinking friends to carry out the cork collection task with me. Any volunteers please let me know.

If however, you do not wish to join the booze bunch, pull your weight around here anyway and help me decide which design to choose.

The Easter Basket

The Herring Bone

The Almost Swastika
I went to New York City last summer for the first time. It is an incredible place with so many things to do. I had just got there and I felt like I had to rush to see everything. We were walking through central park in a hurry to see an exhibit. We came across the beautiful sound of an oversized instrument being played by a man under a tunnel-like bridge. The shape of the bridge gave the music a pleasant acoustic sound that bellowed through the park. I quickly took a picture, threw him a couple dollars, and rushed on my way. On our flight back I thought about our trip and I regretted not slowing down. I wished I had of sat on the conveniently located park bench next to the musician, and listened to his tunes for awhile.

About a month after our trip, I started painting the man, with oils on canvas by looking at the picture which I had taken the day in central park. With my school life bombarding me I put the painting on hold. One of these days I will learn to walk slowly.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude... but sometimes it can be incredibly selfish. That’s why I don’t support a move back to the homeland as she would wish. However, I can cross my fingers and sympathize. I get homesick if I go too long without my mother’s home fried pork chops and gravy, so, it has to be rough. Kudos to you, for being so strong and independent.

I have had this little project on the back burner for quite some time. I have been holding on to these charms for a few months with the intentions to create this bracelet. Each bead of this bracelet was hand wound and clasped. It will be a gift for my Canadian sister in law.