Patty Van Dorin

Little Chunky Rose

A chunky little book that measures 4" by 4" and 2 1/2" thick.
This book was a fun project and I pulled a late night finishing this one.
There will be more pictures coming and I made a new category if you would like to follow posts on this little book.

looking for a bigger fish bowl

journal page - looking for a bigger fish bowl
metaphorically speaking that is, not looking for an actual fish bowl

spring flowers are brightening my day, even the tiny little daffodils
teeny tiny ones

this year, I am in love with the pale pink aubrieta and I must plant more of them this fall

the contrast between the flowers and the rock is probably what I like best

 

buzz

Little Bee wrap bracelet or choker necklace
more pictures and details on etsy

Over the next week, I will be working and cleaning up this blog with a few changes being made.

Pardon my dust.

Dr. Tinsley

Welcome Dr. Tinsley, you are a fine addition to the garden.

Camellia japonica - Dr. Tinsley

a dark rose

The Dark Rose - urban gypsy bracelet
available on etsy

Made from a found piece of steel, I love the ancient look of this bracelet. A neo-Victorian bracelet with a touch of urban decay.

Mildred and her 18 Cats

this is what I made this week

Vieux Carré Cuff bracelet

Steampunk Baby

The Ship's Chandler

This is what my table looks like today.  I received another box of goodies from Sharon. Fragments to inspire the imagination.

My studio is in need of art work.

So I am putting this assemblage together with stuff that I have had for a long time.

A very old picture frame.

An old ledger cover that has years of stuff embedded on the cover.

This ledger along with several others were once in a fire. Burnt around the edges, soaked with water, let to dry, forgotten, decades later set to the curb and then rescued while I was out on a walk with Ralph the Dog.

In my mind, I can picture a 20's era secretary dashing into a blazing building to save her company's books, running out of the building over and over again with armfuls of heavy ledgers that are still smoldering. Her arms burning from the heat of the fire. Relieved to have saved all the documents, she is then immediately devastated to find that her heroic efforts were in vane. Told by her boss that she was a fool to risk her life to save the companies book. Unknown to her at the time, her boss had sold the company and the ledgers were of no value.

With singed hair and smoke blackened face, Mildred hobbles home on melted shoes to feed her 18 cats.

Anyway, that is the story that plays in my head when I look at these abandoned ledgers. Was her effort wasted, I think not as one of the ledger covers is the foundation of this assemblage.

Where was I before I distracted myself with the heroic secretary story...also in this assemblage is
a round woven metal belt buckle
a rusty round metal thing
a flange from a radiator pipe
a fragment of some fancy metal ornamental
I think I will call this assemblage "Mildred and her 18 Cats", it has nothing to do with the finished piece but it's the story that comes to mind whenever I look at it.

The story of Mildred saving the ledgers is totally made up. I have no clue as to the history of the ledgers other than they were in a fire at some time.

an ordered chaos

I have received quite a few emails about the state of mess when it comes to studios. Even though most of us dream of beautifully organized and decorated work areas that magically maintain a perfect state of order, I don't think a working studio can be that way. It is against the laws of nature or physics or something scientific like that.

Don't get me wrong, it will drive me insane when I can't find a certain object or paper. Fabric and paper avalanches can ruin my entire day, so a certain amount of order has to be maintained.

Plastic bins, bags and carts don't work for me either. I have been there and tried that to all sorts of unending success. Plastic storage devices for some reason hamper my desire to even enter my work room. I don't mind seeing it in other people's studios but for me, it just doesn't work.

My preference is for a state of ordered chaos. A bin for leather scraps that can be closed so I don't have to see it until a piece is needed.

(insert gasp)
There was a time when I kept all my beads in little bags, sorted by type, color and such, not any more. I am a digger. I like to dig among the beads, paper and fabric. Interesting combinations accidentally happen that would never occur with too much sorting and storing of stuff.

Happy little accidental pairing of random bits.
So okay, there are those tiny little plastic containers but that is for really tiny super small beads.
Remember, it's an ordered chaos.

But what about the big jar of white buttons in the top photo? 
That is my concession to a visual order that I dream of but can't work in.