Bird admiration

Despite the fact that it is snowing outside right now, earlier today I was blessed with a sighting that some would say is an indication of spring.  And what a beauty he was.  He visited our tumble weed strewn, patchy grass mess of a back yard for about fifteen minutes this morning.  Just stopped by for a chat with a chickadee and a breakfast of seeds.  Hope he comes again.  Perhaps a few yellow-headed blackbirds and meadowlarks will drop in soon as well.

mountain bluebird in the yard at 8:00 am

snow in the yard at 5:30 pm - 'tis spring in Montana!

 

Beads & a bit of fabric

Last weekend I attended a bead show and came home with a bag of beauties.  (Yes, more Czech glass!)  More money was spent than budgeted, but that is sometimes the case with beads.  Surely, I am not the only one with this....er....problem?  

In southwestern Montana, we don't have huge bead shows like those in Tucson and Philadelphia.  Nor would you find nationally known artists who sell their wares or teach classes at these smaller-scale shows.  Still, many of us manage to find what we need and want.  Luckily I also have access to an excellent bead shop and a few craft stores in the town over from where I call home.  So in the end, I can't really complain about smaller venues and fewer shops.  Besides, limited options can sometimes help spur creativity, right?                

Here are some photos of what ended up in my basket.  Clearly the sunny day and my longing for spring inspired a lot of what I chose:

The green hues

Love the colors of the tulip beads

 

Always on the lookout for blue beads

A bouquet of spring-colored lucite flowers

Magnesite briolettes

Some quilter's squares from JoAnn Fabrics

A quiet Sunday morning

I woke up rather early this morning and decided to look for something funny or entertaining to watch on YouTube.  While I typically find myself giggling over talking dogs and sreaming goats or wishing I had the moves to join a dance flash mob, today I found something that brought real joy on a hushed Sunday morning.  Years ago, I was lucky to attend a live performance that included Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" at a sublime venue known as SPAC in Saratoga Springs, NY.  This video brought back the feeling of serenity one can experience while listening to beautiful music and voices.  I especially like the looks of contentment and delight both the musicians and the audience have on their faces during the performance.  Enjoy!

Holy Bead Soup, Batman!

Today I would like to reveal the very handsome lot of beads I recently received from my Bead Soup Blog Party partner, Kitty Bozzini.  She was incredibly generous with what she sent, and many bead lovers / jewelry makers likely already know her as both a talented lampwork artist and owner of the on-line shop Stinky Dog Beads.  Trust me, her shop is well worth checking out - especially if one likes artisan beads and Czech glass.  I feel I am quite the lucky person to have been matched with Kitty for this  blog hop.  (Thank you very, very much Lori Anderson!)   And not just because she sent me gorgeous stuff but because in reading her emails I can tell she is, foremost, a lovely person.  I apologize for the somewhat blurry and dark photos.  I truly need to invest in a new camera and soon.

The package

Very sweet card

The goodies!

Czech glass chain & coppery brassy seed beads

Silk Shibori ribbon & woolywire

Lampwork flower button & rondelle by Kitty, Czech glass, clay discs

Loads of Czech glass!

Lampwork owl, spacers and hollow spikes by Unicorne glass beads, brass chain, gemstone chain

Now do you see why I believe I am very lucky?  I have a kabillion ideas already.  Okay....maybe more like ten or so.  However, with this much variety and this many stunning options, I am certain many more designs will come to mind in the upcoming weeks.  Thank you again, Kitty!  It is time to start creating.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Today is better known in my family as my sister's birthday.  Over the years, she has been the recipient of gifts and food items in any and all shades of green.  Green cake, green beer, green earrings, green clothes, green household decorations.  I did try to avoid it this year but ended up making her an ornament made from blue and green beads strung on memory wire.  As they say, old habits die hard. 

Of course today is also St. Patrick's Day.  A time to celebrate the patron saint of Ireland and perhaps all things Irish in general.  I recently learned that parades in honor of St. Patrick started in America - New York City, to be specific.  That he was actually born in Britain but spent a good many years of his life as a missionary in Ireland.  He has been credited with bringing Christianity to the Emerald Isle.  It has become custom to celebrate this day in honor of him (and shamrocks and green duds and green drinks) as it marks the day of his death.  See what one can learn from reading a book about Irish history and folk tales?  I know.  I'm a bit of a nerd. 

Tim and I took a trip to Ireland and Northern Ireland this past November.  This had been a dream of mine since I was a kid.  We spent two weeks seeing as much as possible, circling the island counter-clockwise, starting and ending in Dublin.  It would be difficult to pick a favorite city or place we stayed or spot along the journey, but there definitely are places I hope to revisit and others yet to see.  There is more gorgeous scenery to take in.  More friendly, generous and lovely people to meet.   More history and lore to learn.  More pints to be ordered.  More Irish scones and fish & chips to be eaten!  Everything about Ireland and N. Ireland delighted us - from the neolithic sites and the coastal drives to the charming villages and the cozy pubs.  Hopefully we will find our way back to explore again.  I found it to be quite a magical place.   Even if we didn't see any fairies, banshees or leprechauns.

Entrance to Newgrange

The Dark Hedges

Coastal Northern Ireland

Sign outside a pub in Kinsale

Cliffs of Moher

Columns at Giant's Causeway

Creek alongside the road

Sign above a pub in Cork

Tom Crean's Inn - Antarctic memorabilia & history in Annascaul

Celtic cross on The Dingle Peninsula

A bit wet and windblown yet quite happy in Connemara National Park

Mr. Selfridge

PBS.org is my best-loved site for watching television.  Owning a TV that is at least fifteen years old, heavy as a boulder and sans cable or satellite compels me to view programs on-line.  While Downton Abbey and Sherlock Holmes are tried and true favorites (who doesn't love both Maggie Smith and Benedict Cumberbatch?), I am currently enjoying the first season of Mr. Selfridge.  It's being aired again prior to the debut of season two for those of you interested.  Many of the actors are from varied shows and movies I have seen over the years, and Jeremy Piven is pretty terrific as Harry Selfridge. 

While watching episode 2, I was reminded of a department store I visited in Wellington, New Zealand in December 2011.   It is a beautiful store that has been around since the 1860s.  I came upon a display of frilly, girly, holy cow! pink hats in the ladies section and asked to take a photo of it.  Perhaps the women's accessories counters in Selfridges have looked something like this in real life.

Kirkcaldie & Stains Department Store

Hooray For a Sunny Day

I know many parts of the country have been experiencing quite a snowy winter.  Montana is certainly seeing its fair share of the white stuff, I assure you.  A lot has melted in the last few days, but I feel I've shoveled more in the past five weeks than in several winters put together.  My new neighbor across the street has been kind enough to plow my driveway and my sidewalk on more than one occasion because that's just the kind of guy he is.  I wish I could tell you that this has prevented me from whining about all of the snow.  Alas, it has not. 

I have always loved winter.  As a kid I would play outside for hours, bumbling around in my hand-me-down snowmobile suit, sledding down whatever small hill I could find in our yard.  I love to cross-country ski.  I spent two winters at the Geographic South Pole, for heaven's sake.  It's safe to say I am a fan of cold weather and snow.  But something about this winter has been sort of looming over me.  I figured out today what that is.  It has been a rather grey season.  In my experience, winters in MT are usually quite sunny.  When it's 10 degrees outside and the sun is shining, I feel comfortable without a hat and wearing only a few layers.  Back east where I grew up, 10 degrees is painful.  Damp to the bone kind of cold.  Today the tide has turned.  It is sunny and warm.  Blue skies and some clouds here and there, but mostly sunny.  I feel like singing.  I even found myself humming in the grocery store this morning after a marvelous cup of tea and a walk.  There is a short trail not far from my home that borders a marshy area with a few small ponds.  In past jaunts I've seen a fox, muskrats, mule deer, magpies, rabbits, ravens, Canada geese, all manner of songbirds and in the hotter months, snakes.  Today it was just me and the honking geese, but it was a lovely walk all the same. 

Willow-edged marsh and snow-covered mountains

Also this morning, I stopped by one of the local thrift shops and came home with a piece of china and some colorful lace.  These shops can be dangerous for me - as are garage sales.  And flea markets.  And antique shops.  You get the idea.  I shop in places like this all over the country and in other countries, for that matter.  A good bargain for something I will use and savor is hard to pass up although the joy is often solely in the looking.  A good time can be had without making a single purchase.  Does that make me weird?  Hope not.  

Ooh...what to do with these pretties?