the birds and the bees

We have this really great enclosed patio. When we were looking for a house to buy, the patio sold us on the house. Someday I'll give the Mabel Campbell tour of all my plants on the patio, but today's story isn't about plants.

A mother bird has taken up residence behind the curtains. So far, she has been a pretty good tenant. Her nest is very tight and tidy, she doesn't poop in the surrounding area and she has a very sweet little chirping song. Every morning she perches in the Japanese maple and sings and stretches her wings. She has, however, made it difficult for me to enjoy my patio. Every time I go out to sit on the couch and have a cold drink, I get majorly told off in bird talk.

This morning, curiosity got the best of us and Sugar Daddy got the camera and a mirror. I'm guessing they only hatched a day or so ago.

Yesterday was a work in the yard day for me. I put in several new plants (photos to follow in a few days). The beast and the boy love to follow me around as I work. Thomas is a good helper and Finn, well let's just say the neighbors got an earful.

The boy is OBSESSED with bugs, much to my chagrin. I think he has three or four bug jars going right now. How anyone can like an earwig is way beyond my comprehension. He is especially interested in bees. I have been warning him for weeks now not to mess with bees. I guess it's just one life's lessons, like hot stoves and baking chocolate, that a kid has to learn by himself. So yesterday, as I was easing my new mini rose tree into it's new space in the soil, I heard the tell tale blood curdling scream of a stung child.

Five minutes of tears and a Popsicle later, he was fine. It didn't even swell. It is something to be able to be a stay-at-home mom and experience all the little things that make up life in detail with my son. I feel blessed. Blessed to know that my son isn't deathly allergic to bee stings but more so because the birds and the bees we are dealing with today are just that- birds and bees.

in search of maggie

Navajo child wearing traditional jewelry.


My husband's family has their roots in the West. His ancestors were Native American with names like "Shot in the Eye". I gather they were a motley crew, but had an aesthetic eye for the fine art of silversmithing. The entire family, including myself, like to buy, wear and ogle Indian jewelry. There are a few squash blossom pieces that have been passed down from previous generations. They haven't made it into my jewelry box yet, and may never come my way, being just a daughter-in-law. Over the last ten years I have been adding to my own collection. A trip to Sedona usually sets me back more than I want to mention here, so I started making my own pieces similar to the things I have seen.

Santo Domingo Pueblo Earrings

Turquoise slab earrings are a very traditional native American style. It happens to be my favorite style, and I own three pairs. Because Santo Domingo Pueblo is located near the ancient Cerrillos turquoise mines, the village people have a distinguished history of making fine jewelry and heishi. The Santo Domingo people are highly skilled in the art of shaping turquoise. I would love to learn how to shape and polish turquoise, but until then, I want to support the native people by buying directly from them.

The best slabs to be had (in my opinion) are made by a woman named Maggie Garcia. I have been trying to track Maggie down for some time. She is a fairly allusive character. I like her slabs because the tend to be thicker than others and thus more stable and less likely to break. In the past, I have bought her turquoise beads through a retailer, but I would really like to deal directly with her.

Here is Chief Medicine-Crow sporting some slab earrings. They look to be either shell or spiny oyster.



I had never given much thought to the injustice that the Native Americans suffered until I married into my husband's family. It is however, a common topic when we are together and I find that now, I am just as passionate about it as the rest of them. I love the passive defiance of the woman in this photo. Notice the American flag used as window covering.



The news from the home front is that this Friday is Father's and Son's Camp Out. That means that yours truly will be 1: going out for sushi 2: watching a Doris Day movie 3: shopping for gems on Ebay into the wee hours 4: sleeping-in 5: going for a long run and 6: shopping. What can I say? The boys need to bond, so I'll graciously let them go.

My Boys

protect this girl

This is how neurotic I am: When I heard about the earthquake in China this morning, I wondered about our birth mother. Did she live in the Sichuan Province? Was she okay? If she does live there, did she loose anybody she loved?



China is so massive that the chances that our birth mother even felt the quake are slim, but I have come to identify anything Chinese as relating to our adoption. Everything seems personal. Chinese traditions and culture have become part of our family, who we are.



I wish I could send a tiger hat to our birth mother. I wish I could hold her hands and tell her that we think of her often and pray she migh have health, happiness, courage and safety.

design sunday- happy mother's day!

Ameena Slings

This Mother's Day I am featuring an adoptive/bio mom who is selling hand sewn baby products to help pay for another adoption of a little girl from Ethiopia. I have heard that slings are the one of the most comfortable ways to carry a child. I want to try one out when we get Mei Mei.

Small Wish

1234, tell me that you love me more

The day didn't go very well. Nothing serious, just a series of little things that ticked me off. But how can I not smile when the boy sings Feist in the shower?

And in jewelry news. . .

swim caps make everything better

Lord have mercy, it's swimsuit season again and this year I'm sporting an extra ten pounds. It's not that I don't want to work out. I try to exercise five days a week. The thing is, I like to eat. A lot. I hear people say nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. Well they obviously haven't tried cardamom-infused dark chocolate truffles. And that's just for starters.

I guess I just need to take my button-poppin', muffin toppin', pot-bellied body to the gym for an extra hour.

afloat

We went boating last Saturday on Mission Bay in San Diego. This photo pretty much sums up the day. We laid basking in the sun, eating potato chips and Twizzlers while Captain Andre scampered around the boat. As we passed these seals one of them lifted his head long enough to glance at me with a look that said, "Oh yeah, you know you want some of this." It was a great day.

design sunday

Emmy C. Ludwig

Today I want to introduce you to a photographer whose work I find mesmerizing. I have purchased a couple of her photos. I hung them in my laundry room with my ceramic double happiness. It makes the dreaded task of doing the laundry a little easier.

As is usually the case, I found her on Etsy. It is worth taking a few moments out of your day just to look at her fabulous images.

winging it

Twyla's Twig Necklace

A family of birds has decided that the top of our chimney is the perfect place to live. They sing all day long and their sweet little warbles echo down the aluminum pipe and spill out into our family room. It makes me happy.

Did you know that baby birds babble like humans before singing?

lost

Hokusai Wave Earrings

Nothing can drive me to insanity faster than losing something. It's one of those things that enrages me mostly because I have no one else to blame. When I was little, I simply accused other family members of stealing to save myself some discomfort. I still occasionally try this tactic, with little success.

A while back, my brother bought me a couple Japanese prints. One was by Katsushika Hokusai, one of my all time favorite artists. I am especially taken with his piece called "The Great Wave".

I have hunted and hunted and hunted. I can't remember where I "safely stored" those prints. It has kept me awake at night. At 2:32 am last Tuesday night, my eyes popped open. I laid there with a sweaty back and listened to the chorus of deep breathing from Sugar Daddy and Fin. I mentally searched the house for the prints. I strained to think of new places I might not have checked. I got nothing.

The next morning I sat at my work bench still thinking of my missing prints. The Hokusai Wave earrings were born.