Look at 'em. They're just rocks... They used to hang out in wild places like Michigan, Massachusetts, Arizona, and Idaho. From what I hear they were tumbled around in the waters of lakes, rivers, and streams...probably for a long, long time. Their colors are diverse and beautiful, but my workshop lighting doesn't show them off well at all. (look at the pics at the bottom of this page for better colors) These rocks were pretty enough to catch the eyes of collectors who picked them up, took them home, and drilled a hole in them...ouch!
And then I bought 'em. Since pickin's are slim for beach stones aka river rocks here in Florida, I buy these babies from others.
I add a little something here and there, not that they need it. However, I need to hang them somehow! We all could use a little adornment and stones work well.
Got a little more work to do putting together these bits and pieces.
You can buy stones like these at http://www.stoneme.etsy.com
http://www.stonestudiostoo.etsy.com and http://www.plymouthrocks.etsy.com
A little wood here. A little bling there and these rocks are ready to be worn.
After-all, they're just rocks, right?
Look for these pieces at http://www.hendywood.etsy.com
They arrived as buttons, the elephants did. I thought I had bigger plans for them. Elephants are herding animals, so I figured they wanted to stick together. I removed what made them a button and made a necklace (much better than a button, right?) Three of them were grouped together, trunk to tail, in a march across someone's neck...NOT. They flipped over and hung upside down from the chain. Dangit!!
At the drawing board, the next day, I decided to add a washer between each elephant. Washers were cleaned and drilled. They were tediously linked to the elephants...AGAIN!! ...NOT. They flipped over and hung upside down from the chain. Dangit, AGAIN!!
Elephants 2, Karen 0. Really? So I separated each one, gave them their own space and chain. They seemed more at peace. Yes, that's a box for wine, but the wine is gone, lol. (Elephants' fault)
Most of them got a little bling with their very own chain, one got extra company. We are all happy now...or at least finally finished.
Were the elephants mad because I unbuttoned them?
Elephant jewelry can be found at http://www.hendyshome.etsy.com. These pieces will be there soon!
This was yesterday's Facebook post:
~ Today, I made the cutest necklace out of little elephant buttons. It took a while because I converted the buttons to charms, drilled holes and attached the three of them together to look like they were walking in a line. So proud of myself :) I put it on...the elephants flipped upside down and backwards...epic fail :( They looked like dead elephants and that just wasn't right. Back to the drawing board! ~
I've been drawing on the board today and hope to have live elephants tomorrow :)
It's Father's Day, so we can't argue with him on this day. We pack up his favorite girls and go.
The dog runs, the dog walks, the dog looks back to make sure all is well. The daughter walks, the daughter talks... The dad looks, listens, and smiles.
He first came along so many years ago and quickly bonded with my two daughters. He became their dad. My third daughter is 21 years old now and he was in the delivery room for this one. She melts his heart by just being.
She was born the day Dr. Seuss died. Dr. Seuss was/is their favorite author. Hop on Pop - a special favorite. She said it was the best because when they finished reading it night...after night...after night...she would get up on the furniture or just start at ground level and, you guessed it, Hop On Pop! The picture shows a "Hop on Pop" journal where she wrote him a letter. It ended up being a few pages long and contains a lot of specialness. He hasn't read it yet, on this, his day. I think he doesn't want us to see him cry.
Thank you David, for being their Dad. Happy Father's Day!
Yep, I got nothin' so I stole from Dennis on Facebook. Thanks Dennis, 'cause this was a good one :)
A motor officer stopped an elderly lady for speeding. After verifying her license, registration, and insurance he asked; "Any weapons in the vehicle ma'am?" The lady replied; "Yep. Got a .38 snub nose in my purse, a 9mm semi-auto in the console, and a .40 cal in the glove box." Now on full alert, the officer asked; "Ma'am, what is it you're so afraid of?" to which she responded "Not a thing, son. . . . Not a thing"
Told ya... I got nothin'.
* my daughter gives me a good idea - thanks Kate!
* my grandboy gets to wear a mohawk for the summer, lol!
* my granddaughter hugs me.
* I have time to write a blog 8-)
* people are nice.
* my hubby comes home early from work.
* I hiked on the Appalachian trail.
* the entire family gets together at one time.
* my puppy greets me at the door.
* a storm cools things down in the summer afternoon.
* everyone is healthy.
* people don't freak out over seeing a snake.
* my students behave.
* it's Frappacino time.
* it's Christmastime.
* it's quiet.
* the neighbors shoot off fireworks for the Fourth of July.
* I spend the day creating.
What do you like? Leave a comment :)
Did that sound right?
Have you ever gone back to something you wrote on-line and thought, well *#@% that didn't sound good. Or maybe read something and did not know how to interpret the tone of the message?
O.K. here's an example. "Sweet."
Go ahead, interpret it.
However, the on-line gurus have created symbols to help:
"Sweet!", "Sweet 8-)", "Sweet :-/" You catch my drift.
I read the Etsy forums a lot. Talk about a need for an interpreter, wowzer! I've learned a new word - snarky - I don't want to be snarky :-/ (most of the time) and a new abbreviation - IMO or IMHO - I have a lot of these 8-) However, one Etsy seller stands out in the crowd to me. Diane, from http://www.pixiebell.com, chimes in often. When she does, I read, and it is not hard to interpret. She has a way with written words. Her comments are helpful, informative, grammatically correct, and most importantly, IMHO, nice and nonjudgmental. You go girl! Because of this I look at her work in Pixiebell (see picture, click on link) and will be making a purchase one of these days :)
Be careful with the written word, it can bite you in the butt. Learn from Diane at Pixiebell.
Visit Diane's shop! OMG! Her work is beautiful - IMO!
They're dirty little buggars, kids, so how the heck can they keep me clean?
I'm a middle school science teacher. That means everything I do, say, or even look like gets scrutinized, daily by 12 - 13 year-old experts. They even have access to this blog :-/ Sooo, that means I can't write (say) things exactly the way I might want to. Image, man...image. I gotta keep it clean. God forbid should someone see a dirty word, or off-color remark made by a teacher, (of all people). Therefore, this blog will stay clean for the kids sake.
If it weren't for my students calling me Mrs. Hendy, there wouldn't be a Hendywood, at least not the clever name. I gotta give credit where credit's due.
Keepin' it clean for the kids.
Let's say I'm a tad older than many people on the computer these days. Well, o.k., I admit, I remember when there were NO computers. Want me to start expounding about how it used to be? You know, walking six miles to school and back everyday, uphill, in the snow? So what that I grew up in Florida where there are no hills or snow ... My point is, computers, they amaze and perplex. Because of this gadget, we all can get the word out, connect, communicate. Since I put my work on Etsy and started "liking" on FB, I've made some friends that I've never met. To me, that is weird. Because of the stones I use in my jewelry, I wanted beauties. I found them at http://www.stoneme.etsy.com and met a pretty cool chick named Val. She collects, sorts, drills, and offers wonderful stones from the shores of The Great Lakes of Michigan. One of her creations is pictured. You see, Val and I've never met or talked (for real). If I saw her at Walmart, I wouldn't know her. However, I talk about Val to the hubbie, like she's my neighbor. I always say "Val, from Michigan", as if he doesn't know that by now...I "talk" to Val often through FB or Etsy. Since I was born in Michigan, it makes those little stones even more special to me.
I think I like this gadget, the computer.
So, here's to cyber friends!
Don't get me started on Words with Friends...she beats my a** every time :-/
I needed to go to the Woodcraft store today. So my daughter, being totally bored, came along. I got the lacquer I needed while she looked at wood. What? The kid is looking at wood? Picking up an expensive Australian burl piece she states she wants a box made from it. I say "you buy it, I'll make it." Of course there's the whole, "I got no money" whine. So, OF COURSE, it's added to MY stack at the counter. The guy checking us out...oh wait...checking HER out, while ringing up the sale, suggested that SHE make the box. Good Lord, my prayers have been answered.
There ya go (I'm fantasizing), the kid, in the shop, turning her own little fancy wood box.
The guy checking us, er, I mean her out, proceeds to tell us how girls with power tools are cool. Oh yeah, baby, now we're talkin'. And, she drives a Jeep Wrangler Rubicon, standard shift, named Willie. THAT added a whole new level of coolness.
She agreed to try making the box, if I would agree to stop using the word "ballin".
Yep, girls with power tools are cool, especially if you look like the one in the pic :)