pitcher me this.

I KNOW, RIGHT?

But, wait, it gets better.


Don't be grabby.


Okay:



A MATCHING PITCHER.

So summery.
So...checkery.
So perfect.
{so happy}

more decaf, honey?

and fries.

with cream and a little honey.

creation/anticipation

It's rare that an idea springs to my mind fully formed.
Usually a shape is drawn in a sketchbook, redrawn, rotated, enlarged, bisected, repeated. Even after the sheet or wire has been cut, the pieces may fall into shapes I'd not even thought of, and the original idea is scrapped.
But this idea sort of crept in from the bottom up, and in a few minutes I was picturing it on myself. It didn't come to me in some amazing explosion of creative (*cough*) genius.
It actually sort of spread...from the longest portion of the necklace upward - a fringe of shapes (that have haunted me for weeks...) swinging freely from a stone in a very specific shape. Attachments there, also, and two strands of chain snaking towards the back of the neck, connecting somewhere along the line via tiny, embellished rings.

The stone has been picked out. The drawing sketched from memory. Tomorrow I may do a sample layout, though I'm a bit sad to do it without the stone. But I know myself. It will be too hard to wait. My spare table will house the skeleton of the piece until the stone makes it whole. It's a yellow agate. It's a gorgeous shape. And I'm so excited that I'm writing about without even proffering a picture, which is near-certain death for a blog post these days, They say.

And that's all
I have to say
about that.