This is my Muse

This is my muse...

It is not the memory of some long forgotten teacher

It is not an inspirational mentor I once had

It is mearly a ring

But, oh, what a ring!



It was dug out of the ground by my husband and given to me


It is about 1,800 years old


And I give it many different stories...


Maybe it was made by a jeweler, way back when, who was trying to find the perfect gift to give his betrothed. She wore it everyday after for the rest of their lives.



Maybe is was used as part of a dowry needed for the hand of some lovely girl at the hand of a less fortunate tradesman.


Maybe it was used as a bribe to keep some sinful secret hush hush

Maybe it was given to a daughter as a loving gift from a father
who had made it with his own two hands




I have an endless pool of ideas on this ring

All I know is when I wear it, I am wearing the same ring
that was in the hands of the jeweler who made it eons ago


and I feel a sense of historical comraderie


It gives me ideas when they arent always there.


It reminds me of why I love doing what I do


It makes me smile when I am frustrated


It helps me accomplish what can sometimes seem impossible

And that it the best you can ask from a muse

a ring for every finger

Well, at least every finger on one hand- couldnt make 10 rings today without pulling out too much hair- so 5 it is...

I can tell I am entering a ring phase- don't know why it happens, but it does.

And now onto serious matters. What if you were to change yourself completely. Step out of your self completely. Like joining the witness protection program.

What would you become? I have been thinking about this today while I was deep in ring production and my music ran out and I was too lazy to switch discs. There are so many possibilities in the world that are just not me:

1. I will start to grow organic veggies, weave my own shoes and learn to play the lute. My nic name will be Sasha and I will smile at people even when they cut in front of me in the bank.

2. I will finally get a sensible haircut for "my age" and get my tatoos lazered off. I will clip coupons and always carry hand sanitizer and cereal bars in my tote. I will always have a "tote" versus a handbag and I will always be in bed by 11:00

3. I will become permanently cranky and start pushing my way in front at the bank. I will wear half length stocking even with skirts and eat oatmeal every day and possible Metamucil. My hair will go way to silvery and i will wear clip on earrings. i might acquire another cat or two. My kids will start calling me Ma'am.

4. I will start wearing cothes about 2 generations younger than I should, but my legs let me get away with it. I will wear too much eyeliner and make purring noises at young boys. Enough said!

But these are just options.....

Mara xo

on a roll...

Today was like a little jewelrt factory took over my hands. Some days, everything just works out- some days, all I do for hours is break saw blades. Luckily today was the first of those options.

Worked a long time on this scorpian. Dont know why I had to make it, but I woke up and just had to do it- I have no natural affinity to scorpians- or anything that crawls for that matter- but I HAD to make a scorpian- I am quite happy with the results- 36 little pieces later and many many hours of engineering:

Hope there are some scorpian lovers out there...

Here's a few more baubles I made today:

Hope this astreak continues tomorrow. Also, a big shop update tomorrow!