MTO MTO MTO

It's a made-to-order mix in the Etsy shop this week!

The following ring styles are available in the following stones-

all sized according to your order.

Shoot me an Etsy convo if you have questions.

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Happy Monday!

HeaRRt.

Of Daffodils

. . . abstractly speaking.

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Daffodil Necklace I

{Sterling Silver, Citrine, Lemon Quartz, Quartz}

Fully adjustable up to 20" in length.

Loop the chain through the sterling hoop,

and clasp where you wish.

Daffodil Necklace II

{Sterling Silver, Yellow Opal, Lemon Quartz, Quartz}

(Yes, I'm multitasking- shooting a photo with one hand

& talking on the phone with the other. It's a busy time, what can I say!)

Spring is coming to the Etsy shop tonight!

Winged

Alis Volat Propriis

She flies with her own wings . . .

Winged Rings

{Prasiolite, Smokey Quartz, Ametrine}

In the Etsy shop now.

January GiveAway Winner

More than halfway through February,

I was reminded- thanks y'all-

that I had yet to draw a winner from January's

Customer Appreciation GiveAway.

Can you tell my mind is on the house?

Sorry for the delay!

The winning number for January's prize of a pair of

Rags & Tatters earrings is

540123.

Congratulations to you, 540123,

and thank you so much for your support!

{{If this ticket number isn't claimed by Friday,

I'll draw another ticket and we'll try this again.}}

As for February customers-

your tickets stubs have been/are being collected on this end,

and there will be a drawing in March.

The winner will receive a $50 shop credit and a Stand Firm Mug.

Details as to when the drawing will take place

will be posted closer to mid-March,

but to be honest with you-

right now I don't trust myself to remember a damn thing I say.

Transitional dementia, I think.

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Things are moving along.

This past weekend, we moved everything out of the old house,

into storage or over to the in-laws.

We're living out of boxes for the next couple of weeks-

I did what I could this morning to get us a settled in

{as much as makes sense before we move again.}

Meanwhile, the painters showed up and the whole old place has

already been spackled, sanded and primed.

My historic homes color scheme has disappeared into a coat

of Kilim Beige, all soft, neutral and market-appealing.

I got a bit teary watching the layer of La Fonda House blue

slip away and out of sight. And that place where

Keith's foot came through the ceiling has been patched up.

The wood where the dogs chewed as puppies has been replaced.

The crayon scribble is gone.

Evidence of us is quickly disappearing.

Strange.

A few final coats, a round of trim work,

new carpet and the moving of a few furniture pieces back in

for staging purposes,

and we should be done inside.

A fresh coat of mulch in my, no, THE flower beds

and bright blooms in the

front porch flower boxes, and we'll be done.

All by March 2nd, when the house goes on the market.

I continue to be a whirlwind of exhaustion and excitement,

sentimental for sure.

I can't sleep when I need to and want to sleep when I shouldn't.

I find me talking to myself- or someone who might be listening-

more and more throughout the day-

a sort of mindless babbling blend of

dothiscallthempayhimwhereisthatgettoworkohmygosh-ness.

But it's alright-

I seem to be one of those who fares fairly well in chaos.

What's that Dorothy Parker once said?

They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.

Or something like that.

I say that now of course,

but we'll see how I am in a couple weeks.

*grin*

No, honestly.

All is well.

Shop update on Wednesday night after my second round

of bleach at Marigold Parlour.

I haven't shown you pictures of round one, have I?

I'll always be a brunette soul,

but a wide chunk of pure white along one side is in motion.

I mean why not?

Maybe I'll get to taking photos for you this week.

Maybe.

Ha.

I hope all is well, you.

Heart,

Rosy

Away We Go

I haven't been here in awhile, have I?

I'm amazed at the time and how fast it's flying.

The summary on my life as of late?

We got a new house.

Not the barn-equipped beauty I've shared photos of before . . .

As much as I loved that place, I couldn't quite bite the proverbial bullet.

It was a matter of location-

the one thing I couldn't change.

{Location being the dictator of distance and security and school systems.}

We decided to wait-

and then this happened.

It's a foreclosure.

A lovely 1942 Cape Cod I pass every day on my way into the studio.

It's on over an acre in the city limits,

fully landscaped and private,

yet moments from the grocery and post office.

It's in the right town.

In the right county.

It's all quaint and character right down to the miles of overgrown

ivy and the statue of

Saint Francis out in the courtyard garden.

We took a leap of faith and placed a bid among several others,

and somehow--

we were accepted.

The house had been on the market for ten days.

I'm still stunned.

We close on March 5th.

Meanwhile, we still have to sell our current home.

{I realize the enormity of this task.}

So we're moving out this weekend to empty the place

for fresh paint, new carpet, cleaning and staging.

Until the closing,

we'll be staying with my in-laws.

Everything has moved so fast.

Yesterday had me close to tears for much of the day-

purely exhausted.

Excited. Emotional.

Stressed beyond recognition but over something so good,

I'm in awe that it's mine.

I spent my Valentine's Day night with Keith and beer and

chinese food, wrestling with a slew of packaging tape

and cardboard boxes,

laughing at the crayon scribble on the walls,

that odd blue thing stuck to the ceiling that we cannot

identify or even recall how it got there-

the first home we had together,

the last three years in this house.

And the start of a new chapter in the topsy turvy book called

"Us."

I haven't found time to process it all.

I haven't found time to write you or say hello as I prepare

instead to say goodbye to what has been a roller coaster of

a last few years.

So off we go.

Into the arms of family until our Mustard Seed

is ready for us, and until then,

things might be a bit quiet around here,

though of course you'll still find me in the Etsy shop.

A girl has to pay the moving bills!

Wish me luck.

Wish me patience and resilience and the fortitude to see my decisions through to the end.

This is truly me abiding by that notion

that if our dreams don't scare us, they aren't big enough.

{I blame Pinterest for making me do crazy things, by the way.}

And you?

What's going on with you-

have you taken a hammer to your life as you know it this year?

I hope all is well in your world.

Thank you as always, for being a part of mine.

With love,

JJ

Tonight- Saddles and Stones

In the etsy shop later tonight!

Happy Friday!

Warmly,

Rosy