Monday, September 30, 2013

MTO's in the shop!

Made to Order, ya'll.
Because they're just so fun to make : )

Mucho Gusto Earrings.


XO Erin

Thursday, September 26, 2013

A week in the Bob

Quite the adventure. 
My man and me.
Alpaca Pack Rafts,
 backcountry visits with forest service friends,
a little kite-flying, a little fly-fishing,
a lot of big sky....

Keep close to Nature's heart... 
and break clear away, 
once in awhile, 
and climb a mountain 
or spend a week in the woods. 
Wash your spirit clean.

John Muir

Thursday, September 12, 2013

number 29, a good one.

Nothing makes me giddier than a cup of steaming hot black coffee,
and a brand new sheet of sterling silver.

Except for maybe a surprise birthday party.....
on the river....
with a buncha diehard friends,
in the rain,
with homemade meatballs and spaghetti.

Yep. That happened.

Me, with my back to the bank, no idea there's a party behind me....
as if the party barge on the river with the keg of beer wasn't enough...

after many one-liner jokes...
to keep me turned the right way....
Why does the mermaid wear seashells?
because the d-shells were too big and the b-shells didn't fit!

Jesse whipped the boat around...
and TA-DA!
A party!!!

All thanks to this wonderful man.
My Jesse.

Not only did he pull the wool over my eyes,
but faked being sick so he could make 7lbs worth of homemade elk meatballs,
red sauce from scratch (mostly garden veggies),
and ran all the party garb to the take-out ahead of time.
in the rain.

I wish I could say I knew all along,
but this. was. a. surprise.


Happy girl this morning....
I think I'll head to the bench.
After a week of birthday celebration, and a continual communal spaghetti-feed with friends, 
(leftover beer and spaghetti just doesn't go away alone!)
It's about time I go back to *work*....

and the black lillies.
they. were. awesome.

so awesome that I forgot about the sneaky birthday company I keep, 
and I forgot about the cream pie.
The one that ends up in your face every birthday.
I wish I could say I had pictures, 
but it was dark, and after much imbibing....
this is all I got of the whole night....
besides the pie in the face.

and I guess I could say I should have known better.
this was a surprise, too.


I do hope these wonderful people know they are loved,
because it was pretty apparent they felt the same way about me.
So in case there was any doubt,
I LOVE my party-barging, 
dark-beer drinking, 
ain't afraid of thunderstorms on the river,
 sneaky pie-flinging,
crazy buncha diehards.
xo Erin.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Perennial Warriors

Two rings, and a Necklace.
Of the Perennial Flowers in my garden.
All Mook Jasper, from Australia.
In mustard golds and purples..

Aster, Black-Eyed Susan, and Crocosmia,
my current late summer favorites.

Purple Aster 
Perennial Warrior Ring
(5 in a series of 12)

Back Detail, with an arrow and a tiny Aster on the band.
Fits like a very comfortable 7.5,
even with the fatty warrior band.
In the shop.


Miss Black Eyed Susan
Perennial Warrior Ring
(6 in a series of 12)

Back Detail, 
with a pierced arrow for protection.

Ring fits like a 6.75-7 on a hammered double-band.
In the shop.


And A Necklace.
Of the Warrior Nature, 
the Perennial Nature.
The first of her kind.

Crocosmia: Emily Mackenzie
Necklace hangs like an 18" chain.
With Stamen, Hummingbird piercing, and a dangling arrow.


It would be not fair to give this thought process,
and this series,
a bit of explanation.
of exploration.
Something near and dear to me lately,
as I planted my Perennial garden this week,
and have found myself a gardening fool.
(The dirt and I really have a good relationship)
I've been dreaming of flowers to come,
beds to raise,
paths to make.

So a little on the Warrior.
Of the Perennial nature:

I believe we are all seasonal creatures.
The smells, the ground, the food.
The spinach has gone to seed,
and late summer vegetables swell in harvest weather.

And with those signs of a coming cool-ness...
we change.

Not consciously,
but more of a reaction to our surroundings,
environmental changes,
the weather, the sun, the air.

You can FEEL when the weather changes.
You, as a creature of the earth, KNOW.
Seasons change.
And change never comes without a certain amount of embrace...
or resistance.

so what will it be, little warrior?
Will you embrace this next season?
This leaf is turning,
regardless if you agree or not.
So it seems the choice is yours.
Seasons continue to come and go.
Flowers force their last of blooms,
bees are slow to move in the late summer mornings,
and they slow not by choice,
but by their inherent nature.
By forces beyond their control.

What will it be?
Embrace or Resist?
What is YOUR inherent nature?

An arrow for you,
for this change of seasons....


xo Erin

Monday, September 2, 2013

The Black Lillies

Madly in love with this band. 
A recent discovery from a dear friend...
she shared, and now I am in love.
although I am sure these guys have been around for awhile.
We seem to be on the slow end of the music up here in NW Montana.

They'll be in Whitefish on Wednesday!!

I'll keep you posted : )