I love water.  In all forms, there is something about it that soothes my soul.  Today here near the New Hampshire coast it is foggy.  I walked out this morning to smell the salty air and feel the moisture.  I suppose it isn’t for everyone, but the feeling of water enveloping me is so comforting. 

I have great plans to live in a seaside cottage one day.  All I want is a small place with a deck overlooking the ocean.  I long to sit with my coffee or tea and stare out over the water.  I want to have a bit of sand in all my shoes and seashells strew about my house.  Watching my little section of coastline change with the seasons and storms, combing the beach for salty treasures, or just letting the waves chase me to shore are the activities I plan for my golden years.

Until then, I’ll stay happy creating little pieces of my seaside heaven for others to enjoy.




The temperatures are dropping and in my neck of the woods the first frost is around the corner.  I love the look of the morning mist rising from frozen grass warming up.  It is the perfect backdrop for eerie old trees and spooky October thoughts.  Having a fascination with Stephen King novels and ghostly things I have always wanted to see a real ghost.  Oh sure I can scare the heck out of myself by pretending something is behind me, and noticing sounds I never heard before.  But never have I come around a corner to run into a cold spot or seen something out of the corner of my eye.

Some tell me it is because I really don’t believe.  I don’t buy it.  People love to prove each other wrong.  Why wouldn’t a ghost?  If you know one, would you ask her to stop by?

I did make an exciting discovery.  I’m a bit excited about a new book of short stories coming out.  Joe Hill is a fantastic writer I found a few months ago.  He wrote Heart Shaped Box.  His latest book about to be released is 20th Century Ghosts  I am looking forward to the collection of short stories to scare myself each night before bed.  Who knows, maybe after I finish I will really believe.

If you visit Joe’s site be sure to play the game.  Let me know what level you reach.

One of my passions is my garden.  Well I suppose I should say one of my passions is starting gardens.  We have moved 10 times in my 12 years of marriage. At each house I have planned, moved and planted numerous plants.  I have my favorites and usually get to see at least one year of my efforts. I often wonder what my legacy of gardens by Susan looks like.  I hope all the new home owners love lilies, irises, daffodils and daisy shaped flowers.

This year is a bit more serious.  We actually plan on living here for the next 10 years.  My first instinct is to get all I need and embark on a planting frenzy.  But what on earth would I do for the next 9 years?  Do I even know how to just maintain a garden?  I fear I don’t.  I suppose I may spend time moving things around. But what if I long to plant 100 or so bulbs?  And what if I decide one day I really don’t care for lilies this year?  I’m not sure I’m ready for such a commitment.  I’ve only just gotten use to marriage.


A true friend reaches for your hand and touches your heart.  ~Author Unknown  

When I first began making beads I studied successful bead sellers.  I wanted to take what they did best and make it mine. One of those bead makers was Kaye Husko.  I was impressed with how well she managed to make a name for herself and could sell pretty flower beads for a good price.  A short time after I began my quest I met Kaye.  I fell into friendship with her the way you do when you are 8.  We talked on top of each other, found the same things silly and never ran out of things to say. She purposely spent time giving me tips on marketing and making pretty floral beads.  She reached out her hand to help me just because of who she is.  I received a birthday gift from her today and the moment I saw it I heard her laugh, saw her smile and felt her love.  There is nothing quite like the joy a true friend can bring.  Thank you Kaye.


  My love for the internet keeps growing.  I had a wonderful small world moment tonight.  I am in the midst of organizing a collaborative blog group.  Collective Creatives is a group of artists sharing their thoughts on the creative process and its place in their lives.  In my quest for participants I posted on a independent artist networking board.  A member checked out the site and clicked on someone’s link.  She learned about Modern Savages and decided to blog about it.  It just so happens I belong to Modern Savages as well.  Now I must admit the idea came about after seeing another cooperative marketing effort Watch Me Create.  So please read Michele’s Blog About Crafts. What goes around comes around, and sometimes in a really good way.  Know any other collaborative marketing sites for independent creatives?  Please share.

“Success is a staircase, not a doorway.” – Dottie Waters

I stumbled on this quote yesterday.  So timely!  For the past few days I have been working on a few internet marketing projects.  I have burned the midnight oil as I drink up as much knowledge as I can.  RSS feeds, widgets, snap preview windows, tag clouds, redirects, whew!  I know I have only begun to dip in, it’s mind boggling.  Even though I am a bit overwhelmed and exhausted, I’m finding the whole thing exhilarating.  I do feel as if I am climbing stairs toward something.  Success?  I can only hope.  I am pretty sure the mental exercise is doing my business heart good.



What happened to watching cartoons in the morning?  Isn’t that what normal children want to do on the weekend?  Not my kids.  The first thing I hear in the morning is the sound of running feet going towards my studio.  Two computers are in my studio but it seems mine has the more comfortable chair.  The race is on to get to mine first, and to beat Mom.

Of course this is my fault; it is where I use to go first thing.  But now I must resort to reading the paper and doing Suduko until it is my turn.  Maybe I should watch cartoons.


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