This is what an addict looks like

Work Hard Stay Humble

Yesterday was five years of sobriety for me. Other than celebrations with friends, I thought creating this video was a proper commemoration of this milestone in my recovery. Thank you to all of you who have affected my sobriety in one way or another- every lesson and experience has led me to where I am today and I wouldn’t have my life (or myself) any other way.

Content warning for heavy subject matter, drug mentions, and some profanity.

Update: Wow, less than 24 hours later and my blog has had over 1,000 views from all over the country since posting this, 801 being for this video. To give a frame of reference, my blog normally gets about 200 views daily.
I knew this was an important issue affecting many people’s lives but I have gotten so many shares and messages about this video/topic. I am tremendously humbled and grateful for…

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An Introverts trip to the walk-in Clinic

WalkInClinicI sat in a walk-in Clinic yesterday waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Organizing the piles of magazines and books so they looked pretty. Putting the brochures in the right holders.

Man Over 70 beside me: “You’ll become more patient when you get old like me.”

Me: “Unlikely. My parents are workaholics and they can’t sit still”

Man: “Your house must be pretty clean then?”

*thinking about how I practice minimalism and love the sound of the echo in a room if only essentials are in it*

I reply: “Yeah. It’s pretty clean”

Man: “How old are you anyway?”

Me: “Very old. Indeed. 32” Thinking to myself I am old enough to engage in stupid conversations like this one.

Man who has suddenly realized I am perhaps Old Enough: “You don’t look a day over 22!”

Me: “It must be the hat”

I pick up a wooden train toy and spin the wheels, thinking how everyone looks younger as you grow older

Man: “You’re too young to ever get sick”

I think to myself, Jesus Christ, this is what happens when I talk. I become too friendly and people keep talking.

I reply: “Ah, everyone gets sick once and a while” A few people sneeze as if in response and I stare with longing at the hand sanitizer on the receptionists desk.

Man: “Well, you’ll learn to be patient when you get sick. Trust me on that.”

He then explains his prostate surgery. I wonder if I know what a prostate is. Per se.

I reply: “I suppose when one must be patient then they are patients

This has an undesired effect. I was going for the pun here but he seems to think it’s some brilliant logic when its simply logic.

He keeps talking and I keep organizing the magazines. Why do they have 2006 copies of House and Home? What is the difference between a house and Home? A song comes to mind, something about a house not being a home. . .Ah, that’s it. This House is Not a Home.

Finally, after what feels like hours, he is called in. I am still sitting there when he walks out. He bellows across the small waiting room littered with people, “YOU’RE STILL HERE!” as if this is a divine situation and if it is he is prepared for it. He strides over to me, a folded piece of paper in his hand, and hands it to me. It has his name and his phone number on it. Men, I realize, will be men. At any age. Most, anyway.

pe0034006Not a minute later the door bangs open and a couple, likely around my senior age of early thirty something, walks in. They have a baby. It is very small as babies tend to be. They sit beside me although many chairs with much more room exist.

The baby starts reaching for me, its little baby arms within distance of my face, my hat, like baby claws. The father turns and smiles at me.

Him: “Ah, you must be a kid person!”

I think to myself, no, not really. Not at all. I want to say, “No. I like big dogs. Your small child thing is rather terrifying to be honest.”

I reply: “Yes, I have a niece round’ that age” I wonder if my dog misses me and when this small child will finally grab my hat or vomit sideways on my lap.

I am not sure of the child’s gender, so I am careful with any words. Parents do not like their offspring being referred to as “It”

Him: “It’s amazing!”

That is all he says. I want to ask him what is amazing. Is it amazing he was able to have sex with the woman beside him and she became pregnant? Is it amazing the small child thing has extremely long reaching arms? I assume this is something only parents understand.

We are called into separate offices at the same time, though they leave the doors open. Thus for 30 minutes I listen to the small child scream and the parents coo and I wonder, in that moment, if I understand anything at all.




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Back Pain is a Pain in the Back

Wait for it – ah, there it is! The worlds tiniest violin playing me a song. Oh, and I just typed “violion” – if not for auto spell check what would become of my ability to write, or perhaps, even speak? But first . . .

Back Pain is a Pain in the Back

6a0115710fc794970c0148c690567b970c-320wiMy back hurts. It’s been bothering me since I started designing jewelry and using hammers and power tools and bending in awkward positions to string beads. It got worse when my 100lb rescue dog never quite learned how to stop pulling. It certainly worsened when I picked up my first DSLR camera and took to the woods and ocean, taking pictures of everything, ignoring my back when it told me to stop attempting to take pictures of things very small and things very large.

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Minimalism & My Mom

About a year ago, my mom comes over, the conversation went something like this:

Mom (her eyes scanning my kitchen): “You really have a lot of stuff.”

Me “Would you please stop going through my kitchen drawers?”

Mom “I’m just checking to see if you have any of my cutlery. I’m missing two spoons”

I consider the irony in this comment as we move to my indoor studio area.

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Turning 32 & Finding my Passion (sort of)

Preface: What does “turning 32” actually mean? It doesn’t make much sense if you think about it. You are not literally turning into something else altogether are you?

Please, don’t answer that. I need to keep using that particular adjective for a paragraph or two.

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Reality Versus Expectation Part I

I remember being a child, still wearing a polka dot rain coat, and sitting cross legged in my small bedroom, a medical textbook on my lap, a notepad by my side.

las-vegas-kid-doctor I knew – with absolute certainty – that I would Grow Up and don that bright white coat, numbers swimming in my newly adult mind, and spend my life helping other people. Sick people.

When teachers asked, as they invariably do when your young and impressionable and full of ideas, what I was going to be when I grew up – I told them. A Doctor.

The kids beside me gave their own socially influenced answers: A fireman, a police officer, a movie star, Hannah Montana, whatever their parents did at the time, batman. We all had dreams. Those pesky things that remind us, as adults, that Reality is never the same as our Expectations.

Or, is it?

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It’s Finally Spring! + Coupon Codes


Out in my neck of the woods it’s been raining, hailing, snowing, and generally being distasteful for 6 months.

As a woman who has been known to struggle with seasonal depression, well, it’s been a long winter. But we’ve finally had two days of sunshine – yes, in a row!

Here’s to hoping it sticks around as I’ve been known to share some slightly  melancholic videos when the weather is sour.

If you so desire, you can view them here:

When it Rains. . .

It Pours!

OK. Weather aside, the shop has been busy! Our Geometric Patina Earrings have been keeping me on my toes! Granted, patina is my favorite part of designing jewelry, so I am certainly grateful and having fun playing with my patina recipes.

All of that aside, we’ve got some new coupon codes for the shop listed below and I’ve shared a few pictures of new patina earrings in the shop and some recent photography – Taking pictures is my personal form of meditation:)

Thanks for reading and Just Because, here’s a video of my best bud Keaton – he cheers me up on even the darkest days.

The Invisible Dog

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