Scarves and Horse shoes

I had a few extra horse shoes that were  different sizes than what I need for my large project so I  cleaned them up a  little and experimented. I added an old scarf that  I have not worn in over 4 years and I think this  just might make a fun  holiday gift?


Veterans day hike

As a member of the local  American  Legion yesterday  I went out to the Tahoma National Cemetery to honor our fallen soldiers.While there I also took a moment to sit and think about my dear life long friend 12.25.12 030Robert Larson as well as other friends who have left me.020






Today  Veterans Day  2014 , my good  friend Ken Vensel,  hiker, photographer , mountain tour guide,  invited me on a hike. Ken  likes to take photos of waterfalls and mountains and all  kinds of other stuff. We usually do most of our hikes under the light of the full moon. We have done today’s hike many times  but always on snow shoes. It was fun to  see what things look like without 12 feet of snow on the ground.  It was an amazing day for a hike as  the sky was clear ( not so great for the guy with the camera) the temperatures were in the low 20’sF ( not so great for the  girl in yoga paints and no gloves).It was obvious to us both  today that winter is here, even though just last week the temperatures were in the  high 60’sF.  We hiked the  Common Wealth  Basin Trail which is also part of the Old Pacific Crest Trail.  I counted at least  20 plus waterfalls during our  hike today. I can hardly wait for the snow so that we can head back up on snow shoes!   Ken is also one of the artists that will be showing at the Columbia Winery with me from Jan 5- March 31.




November Goose

I was challenged to make three different geese. This is goose number 2 , My Friend Denny  kindly went through his art supplies and  donated hundreds if forks to I have names this goose after him. All I have left to do is to put a  bottom on him.  This goose is made completely out of  sDenny1poons and  forks and a few scraps of metal  for  the frame. Denny2

I Got Forked

In order to grow I am constantly  challenging myself to try new things.  I  was asked to  make some geese for a local tasting room to have on display.   After completing the  first goose  I  decided I wanted to  try  something new ( well at least new for me)  so I posted a note on Facebook that I was  going on a Fork Hunt! The next day my friend  Denny Croston forked me!  He  cleaned out his shop  cabinet and loaded me up with forks! IMG_6070 IMG_6068 IMG_6069 I  have to spend some time in the  shop cutting off the  handles I am hoping to have this little goose done next week. I am going to  call him Denny.

Memory Lane


Thanks to my friend Anette  I ended up taking an  unexpected trip down memory lane today. We drove to Steilacoom and looked at my great grandparents old place along with my Uncle Chet’s old house which still has the green lantern sign out front. In looking for a photo I found a fun bit of history about the  place so I have  linked to it above.) The bridge  down to the old boat house was stacked up on the middle of the street so we were unable to access my  first secret childhood beach.  We left and  ventured down to Sunnyside beach to sit in the spot where I  sat with my dads father aka my grandfather. My Grandfather had retired and taken a job as a  park care taker, he had a small trailer that sat where there  is now a lovely piece of art. I  loved spending  summers between  his house and his mothers house!

art at sunnyside beachSunnyside-Beach-Park-4   So much had changed  but so much was still the same. This little spot of beach is where we learned to  swim  in order to  be allowed to  learn to water ski. Grandpa made us swim 300 yards!  Burrrrrrrrr!

Anettte and I sat and watched the ferries go to and from Anderson and McNeil Island.It was hard to believe how wonder it was for a late October day. I shared the  stories of hoe my  uncle Kenny used to  let us kids ride  the ferry for free if we would sing him a song.


sunsetand just like old times when the trains went by we waved! train


On the way home we admired the  handy rock work around Western State hospital that was done by yet another of my great uncles. I  charged the  stories of  my grandfather walking down the  beach and dropping fire crackers so the  girls would jump up. At the time I did not know he was hoping to  get a glimpse of their titties.   rockwallI love where I am from and where I live.