Off to the beach!
YAAAAY!! I LOVE the beach.
Actually, I am lucky because I do not have to wait until July to go to the beach. I merely have to put on my shoes or sandals, and in 10 minutes flat (walking, not by car!) I am on the shores of the Mediterranean.
I never sunbathe. Boooooooooring!
Instead, I swim. Or I walk. Occasionally I run.
What I always do, no matter what, is pick up the little treasures I see at my feet:
seashells, pebbles, stones, twigs, sea urchin shells, sea glass……….
Sometimes I carry the little jewels in my hand for awhile, and then end up throwing them back into the sea.
Other times I cannot resist the temptation of taking the treasure home.
The big ones are doorstops and paperweights, the tiny ones get made into jewelry or mini shelf art pieces that you can get here.
I ran across an idea in Sweet Paul magazine* about converting seashells = spoons.
Oh, I HAD to try that!
Here’s a handful of shells that I picked especially for the project:
I won’t give you instructions how to make these spoons.
If you are artsy fartsy, like me, you can figure out it out by just looking at the photos.
If you are not a confident DIY-er, then here’s what you need:
***an assortment of seashells
***different thicknesses of wire (you can get some at the hardware store or at a craft shop)
***pliers (to help bend the thicker wires. any old pair will do)
***a hammer & nail (to punch a hole in the shell, you place the nail in inner part of the shell. With one quick blow, you’ll make a hole. Careful for your fingers! Be forewarned that some shells will break this way 🙁 Be sure to have lots of extras!)
It was a bit fiddly to make the first one. I was ready to give up.
I ventured to make another a week later. That’s when I got hooked and made 4 in one go.
So now I have 5 of these sweet mermaid spoons.
Where to use them?
In the salt jar? hmmm, maybe not. I already have a cute wooden spoon there.
In the sugar bowl? YES! Good idea!
My mom made this sugar bowl eons years ago.
(OK , I know, I know. White sugar is a “no-no” nowadays but I have the stuff around the house for a few of my friends who need the so-called-white-poison in their coffee or tea).
Anyone for some blackberry jelly & freshly baked whole wheat bread & a cup of tea??? mmmmmm
This isn’t a story. So it doesn’t need an ending.
But just in case here are the 3 morals:
·Observe the tiny things in life. (seashells, smiles, butterflies, free hugs)
·Nothing is perfect. Yet everything is perfect in it’s imperfection. (each seashell is uneven in shape, size and color. like my teeth. like my body. like my new website. )
·Enjoy the process. Savor the journey. Sure, the outcome is important but if you don’t pay attention to the ride, you’re missing out. (making the seashell spoons was just as fun as seeing the end result. life rushes past too quickly. take each day one at a time. and don’t forget to smell the flowers. you don’t know if they’ll be around tomorrow.)
*Original seashell spoon idea seen on http://www.sweetpaulmag.com/crafts/seashell-spoons
Happy Birthday, US of A !
For those of my American friends reading this, I hope you are enjoying these 3 days of outdoor fun.
After indulging in
grilled zucchini + secret spicy sauce,
green onion + red skinned potato salad,
special brew beers,
and those crazy red-white-blue jello-O margarita shots,
maybe you’re wishing that this non-work weekend could last forever.
Maybe you suffer from an acute case of of wanderlustitis
and wish that your whole life were a vacation.
Come visit me in Spain!
I’m not kidding!
I’ve made several good friends through the internet. And TWO of them actually ventured beyond their comfort zone and made it out to my teeny weeny town in the middle of nowhere in southeast Spain.
(Caralee & Laura Z, here’s a winking at you!)
We had the best time, going for long walks by the sea and indulging in the best hot chili + rich dark chocolate ice cream that money can buy (around here, anyway). If you don’t believe me, ask them 😉
Since it might be awhile since you can make it all the way to my little corner of the world, I’ve decided to invite you into my studio.
OK, I’m sure you’d just prefer the beach but since you are my guest, you’ll have to put up with me while I show you some of the tiny things that have meaning in my daily life.
A little cabinet that I found abandoned out on the street in Madrid eons ago.
It was a boring brown so I painted it a snazzy black +white + red.
A couple of years ago I white-washed it, adding grungy swirls.
A closer look at what I keep on top of it:
+A triptych of mini art, entitled “Beauty & the Beast” , painted by my best friend Doreen.
+A heart shaped rock I found on the beach (no kidding!) that I decided to paint red. I use it as a paperweight.
+Another beach stone, this one painted with an all-seeing eye by my son when he was 8? 10?
+A trade-fair bowl I bought some years back. I loved the story behind it: Made by Nepalese women, using traditional basket-weaving techniques but made out of candy wrappers!
I decided to take off the boring old door knob and replaced it with a stone.
(I live next to nature: stones of all shapes and sizes are plentiful around here).
I drilled a hole in it & painted it red. And for the final touch, I added a red satin cord with beads as the pull so I could open it.
Inside you can see the snazzy way I had painted in back in the ’80’s when I first found this.
My design inspiration + ideas are stored here.
View of my studio. I dream up ideas & make jewelry here.
Nice windows with lots of sunshine. Yeah, I know!
I am lucky!
Hey, come visit!
Leave your comments (or your travel dates) below!
“ …surrounding yourself with objects that are not only beautiful, but also elegant, can make a world of a difference…”
“I like to surround myself with things I love. “
“ Some decades ago, conscious consumerism was ‘I don’t want my dollar to support a bad cause.’ Now it’s one step better: ‘I want my dollar to do something good.’ “
“A product shouldn’t just be ethical. It should be attractive. You don’t want a product that does good. You want a better product that does good.”
”It’s not about buying more. It’s about buying better.”
“We’re living in a really powerful time. So many people are waking up. So many shifts are happening. People want to discover who they are and make a difference in the world.”
“ whether you’re starting a revolution or you smile at a human on the street …. what you do matters…. “
“connecting to like-minded people on the powerful web”
“inspire → be inspired → inspire → be inspired”
“I’d love to inspire you so that you could inspire me”
These are all snippets of ideas that are whizzing around my brain.
I know I am not the only one thinking this way.
I heard YOU say them on the internet.
You have inspired me!
I am a creator. I love to make clothes. I love to make jewelry.
Yet with so much “stuff” out there already, much of it just polluting our lovely planet, I felt a deep discontent about adding more daily junk to our overstuffed lives.
And here is how you have inspired me:
I’ve gone treasure-hunting
to bring you
beauty and meaning and love
to your daily life
because I’ve come to the conclusion that by surrounding ourselves
with true friendship,
and with love,
we are adding meaning to our lives.
DO YOU AGREE???
Here’s a sneak preview of what you will find at Hello My Goddess:
Filled with meaning.
Made by do-gooders from all over the world.
WRAP TOP made by Avda
OIL & VINEGAR CRUETS made by Maia
NATURAL LINEN NAPKINS made by Urte and Simona
I’d like your input, your comments, your ideas.
By joining forces and doing this together,
we CAN be the change we want to see in the world!
So pretty please, leave your insights below!
Here are a few rays of early morning light coming into my home.
It’s a gorgeous weekend. At least where I live in southern Spain.
I hope you are outside and able to enjoy all these hours of sunshine! Well, OK, not if you live in the southern hemisphere, in which case, greetings with your winter solstice!
What are YOUR plans for this new season?
Why exactly “Hello My Goddess” ?
A very long time ago, in a place far from here,
a little viking princess fell in love with her knight in shining armor.
The princess did 53 cartwheels out of sheer excitement
when the wedding was announced.
Ten years was a long time to be boy-knight-friend & girl-princess-friend.
The couple decided it was about time to populate the world
with miniature versions of themselves.
Marriage was logically the next step in their fairy tale world.
At long last, that special aisle-walking day came…….
The little viking princess bride moved in with her striking shiny knight and they lived happily ever.
Mr. Knight yelled and yelled and yelled.
Mrs. Princess cried and cried and cried.
A baby was born. A prince!
The baby prince didn’t yell.
But, boy, did he cry!
And so, the princess cried along with him.
Baby # 2 came along. A little princess!
And so the original princess lost her place of honor
and was relegated to the role of chimney sweeper. And diaper changer.
And 3 a.m. night-shift nurse. And music-class-gymnastics-team-after-school-activities-chauffeur.
And cleaning lady. And smelly socks washer…..
[You get the picture.]
The chimney-sweeper-former-princess was overwhelmed.
Two precious babies and oh my, how they cried!
She hugged them daily and noticed that it helped her own crying go away.
Yet with all that embracing, one big question obsessed her daily:
“Why did Mr. Knight yell at me so much? ”
“Is it something I SAID? ”, she wondered.
So she stopped talking.
After all, he DID tell her that she said stupid things.
“Is it the way I laugh? ”, she wondered.
After all, he DID say that she had an obnoxious laugh.
So she stopped laughing.
“Is it the way I dress? ” she wondered.
After all, he DID say that those shoes didn’t match that dress and how ever did he expect him to go out with her if she was going to wear that.
So she stopped dressing.
(NO, she did NOT go naked! Mr. Knight often called her “fat ass” and “cow”, interspersed with “clumsy” and “klutz”. So Mrs. Chimney-Sweeper-No-Longer-Princess tried to dress in a way that would play down her adorable bubble butt. )
Mrs. Kitchen-Mopper-No-Longer-Princess came to the conclusion that she was, oh, so weak because she didn’t know how to deal with so much yelling.
After all, Mr. Shining Armor DID constantly say,
“You are too sensitive!
The problem is that you need to hear things delivered on a silver platter! Well, have I got news for you. You are just a spoiled brat and you don’t even realize it!”
Mrs. No-Longer-Princess fell into a depression.
That lasted for quite some time.
But as with all fairy tales, this one has a happy ending.
One fine day, the ex-princess WOKE UP.
“A-HA! I’ve found it!
Here is the answer to the question that has been obsessing me all these years!”
It was right there in front of her.
Staring her squarely from the computer screen:
“You’ve always had the power.
It’s just that you gave it away.”
HUH? Was that REALLY it?
Yep. That was it.
Power Realization # 1:
“It’s not ME! It’s HIM! HE is the one with the problems. He thinks that he can blame me for everything that is wrong in his world.”
Power Realization # 2:
“I am NOT weak!
Hell, no, I am one of the strongest woman alive to have tolerated so may years of anger!”
Power Realization # 3:
“I CAN make it on my own!
At the very least, I will NOT end up begging in the gutter as Mr. Soon-To-Be-Ex-Knight has often threatened me!”
Power Realization # 4:
“I AM a goddess!
I’ve been strong, and beautiful, and powerful all along! It’s just that those qualities were buried so deep that I didn’t even know it.”
Power Realization # 5:
“Not only am I a goddess
but ALL women are goddesses!”
Power Realization # 6:
“Many Goddesses-In-Hiding do not know their true power.
I know how horrible this feels.
I really want to help them someday!”
Power Realization # 7:
“Yes! I CAN do it!!!”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
And so, the idea of Goddess was born.
I’m starting this new e-commerce adventure
because I want to help all the goddesses out there:
By employing down-on-their-luck goddesses.
By donating to organizations that help goddesses.
By selling artisan goddesses’ lovely creations.
I want to help ALL these lovely goddesses make a living
while infusing YOUR life with meaningful and beautiful objects.
And, in case you have any doubts, yes, that little viking princess was me.
In my new life, I blab A LOT!
And I laugh A LOT!
And I dress any old darn way I feel like it!
And I rarely dust the house, nor mop the floor anymore……..
Too many other beautiful things to do!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Why are YOU a goddess???
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Why the “my” in Hello My Goddess?
Have you ever noticed that when you really love someone you address them with the possessive word “my”?
Who hasn’t ever uttered words like these while talking to a loved one:
“How is my cut little doggy-woggy today? Want to go out for a walk?”
Why the “hello” in Hello My Goddess?
“Hello” is a symbol of recognition. I acknowledge your presence.
Everyone needs to be acknowledged.
Everyone needs love.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Hello My Goddess!
I welcome you to my world.
Which is also YOUR world.
Which is really OUR WORLD!
Would you like to join our power revolution?
Did you like this story?
Or , rather, did you NOT like the beginning of this story?
Share it with your friends!
WHAT kind of abuse have you suffered in your life AND what have you learned as a result?
LET US KNOW (if you’re not shy) in the comments below.
By sharing, we can help support each other and regain our power!
[BTW, my ex really DID call me “viking” and “princess” almost daily while dating.
I didn’t just make that up. Neither did I make up the rest of the fairy tale.
It’s just that I found it less painful to tell my story in 3rd person.
It has been a rather daunting experience to put this in black and white and hit the Publish button.]