Friday, April 22, 2016

Farmers' Market Season!!


I am so excited its that time of year again! Sunday doughnuts From Revolution, wild foraged goodies from Indian Ridge Farm and Crack in the Sidewalk Farmlet. Plus, all the friendly faces and community your weary soul needs!!
You can find me slinging jewels almost every weekend this Season at either Peachtree Road Farmers' Market, Grant Park Farmer's Market, or the *NEW* Ponce City Farmers Market.
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Fierce  and happy customer, Carolynn

Cable Knit Madness on a Sunday in Grant Park

Some Fancy Finery


Mommy and Bowie!


Bristly Locust Blossoms foraged by Crack in the Sidewalk Farmlet

Gorgeous Rainbow Salad of Wild and Domestic Edibles from Indian Ridge Farm!

Friday, February 12, 2016

Tiny House! (I have the coolest friends!!)

My soul sister Darby Weaver from Walker Organic Farm ( located in the magical coastal plains of Southern GA) writes about her amazing new tiny house adventure in a recent blog post.  Darby is an amazing steward of the earth, spiritual seeker, and brilliant writer. So proud to call her a friend. Click on the photo below to link to the post!

Feng Schwing!! Follow the link to read the post!!



Thursday, January 28, 2016

Creativity, Dreams, and Water Babies

I dream about water. Lots of water. Lakes, oceans, rivers, streams, cenotes(what?!)

Cenote; A magical swimming pool in a cave. 


Hot water, cool water, dangerous waters, healing waters. Sharks and Alligators.

I have read that water symbolizes the emotional state in dreams. I am entertained but not beholden to astrology, which claims me as a Scorpio, a water sign(what?, aren't Scorpions of the desert?). Recently, in childbirth, I chose to try a water birth. While pregnant, you could not keep me out of the pool.

There exists an interesting paradox between the safety and danger of water in my subconscious. I crave the womb-like suspension and the open vista of a body of water. But I greatly(beyond reason)fear those creatures that call it home(The Scary Sharks and Alligators). Could this represent a fear of my true feelings? The ones I do NOT share. Even with myself. The ones we would never know I have because I am so busy distracting you with my EXPRESSION as an ARTIST?(yes I  just shouted).

I must admit that the emotional realm is where I feel most comfortable, and in my element. You got feelings? Let's talk. All day. Express yourself!! At least on the surface...especially if its about you...
My feelings run so deep that I can share a lot and seem to have emotional depth when I am truly only scratching the surface...

Interestingly, in my artwork, my design aesthetic reflects more of an earthy and airy vibe: leaves, feathers, butterflies, birds. These are the themes I keep returning to. They comfort me. No threats.

Folk Feather Necklace




Lately my sleep has been choppy and light like a day at a windy, wintry seashore. The upside to this frequent surfacing is intense dream recall. Water. Mother. Death. Afterlife.

My gut is telling me that these dreams need expression in my chosen craft.
My brain and my hands are confused as of yet. They block the expression. Waking, I am out of my comfort zone.
I write these words to help ease the birth of this emotional material I know to be rich with meaning and feeling...the makings of the best of art.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Chosen Family: 24 hour Road Trip!

I went on a Road Trip this past weekend. A short one really, from Atlanta to Savannah(Georgia).  This journey was for a New Year's Celebration. There would be a house party, some bar hopping, a farm. But really it was about reinforcing the bonds of friendship and love with my chosen family.

My friend, muse, and general inspirationess extraordinaire, Darby, is a connector. As Michael said, "Darby brings people together." Its funny how sometimes Darby seems like the quiet one, the low-key one, but still waters run deep. She is secretly a social butterfly and is continually a-scheming to make sure our group of friends convenes for regular good-times.

You see, we are all spread out. All within the great state of Georgia, but scattered in the mountains, the city, the suburbs, the coastal plains.

As the plan for this trip began to unfold, I felt the familiar tugs of anxiety and need for control that tend to present obstacles to me taking a risk on an adventure.  The plan was for me, Michael, and Gabby to ride down together to visit Darby's new farm near Savannah, plus get our New Year's Eve celebration on, then share a hotel room. But what if I wanted to have my own car there? What if I couldn't sleep in a hotel room with other people? When did I turn into a stick-in-the-mudd?

Then my baby got sick.  I got sick. Bob Smiles got sick. I thought, that's it, no way. The universe is telling me to stay home.

Then I began to think: what if things didn't go my way, and I had a GOOD time, as opposed to it being a  tragedy? Maybe what I wanted to leave behind in 2015 was the fear and the worry that threaten to keep the magical experiences at bay.

I thought of my traveling companions, Michael and Gabby. I mean, everyone knows Three is a magic number. I knew my presence was needed and to hell with being sicky and needing to control my environment. Intuitively I knew this trip was to be a bonding experience that I could not miss.

And of course the trip was enchanted. Michael, my forager friend, found a huge growth of chicken of the woods mushrooms on the side of the road. Gabby stepped in dog shit. We decked ourselves out in copious amounts of Madeline Smiles Jewelry. We shook our asses to ODB and Missy Elliott at the queer bar in downtown Savannah that would be shutting its doors forever the next day. Darby drove us back to the hotel even though she was the one on crutches. We made new friends. We shared some secrets.

I am so lucky to have friendships with people who inspire me and who also recognize the importance of nurturing and cultivating relationships. People I can be silly with, share music with, get crunk at the club with, crack up with...but also: philosophize with, get deep with, be vulnerable with, open my heart and soul with, be real with...

New Year's Day Breakfast at Waffle House, duh.

Me butchering chicken of the woods. I let Michael take over as he is the Mushroom whisperer.

I love this picture. Teamwork with Michael and our new buddy, the Awesome Phil.

Triumphant beauties Michael and Gabby.

Me & Gabby, experimenting with facial hair thanks to abundant Spanish Moss 

For Darby, #crutchlife had her chillin' in the car while we scored the 'shrooms, but she looked damn fine doing it!(Note the Spanish Moss festooning her cap)


The look on Michael's face is perfect. #mushroomgangster

Darby's new Tiny House, which will be deserving of its own blog post soon!!




Saturday, December 12, 2015

In the Misty Morning Fog

This morning, I woke up to a fog so thick, it was as though my yard had donned a new mysterious and moody personality. And I found this new persona quite compelling indeed. So I grabbed my fancy camera.

Test Shot: My instincts are on; the foggy glow is working.

I thought this soft and unusual light might just be perfect for capturing some of my feathers and feather vases. You know,  the wispy and whispery factor.

Feather Vase, Copper, Sterling Silver, Fine Silver

Feather Vases, Copper, Sterling Silver
Silver Feather Cuff. Available in my etsy shop!
Today's blog post was brought to you by the Foggy Ways of Mother Nature and the mood was set by this out-there Swedish artist, Anna von Hausswolff. For when you are feeling like you need a mixed drank of one part Kate Bush, two parts Neverending Story.




Monday, December 7, 2015

Pressing Feathers, Freezing Time

Emily wanted a crow feather necklace. In fact, she wanted two. To represent the pair that she and her husband make. He is her rock. I know how this feels. I have a Bob-shaped rock.

Emily brought the crow feathers to the Farmer's Market, plus a ridiculously awesome bag of goodies for me.

I pressed the feathers into silver with my rolling mill. Its kind of like making a fossil. Now they will last and we won't have to worry about them flitting away on the breeze.






I must share this song I was listening to on repeat while I created this post. Philip Glass,  his music whispers to the soul.