Monday, December 14, 2009


'Tis the season for giving and I’ve been thinking a lot about what I can give this season to make my life and those around me more succulent. Here is my 'gift'  list:

I’m going to tell the truth faster.

I’m going to celebrate my friendships.

I’m going to be rare, eccentric, and original.

I’m going to dress to please myself.

I’m going to make more mistakes.

I’m going to make my life a web of love.

I'm going to revel in every ordinary moment.

I'm going to take more naps.

I'm going to face my fears.

I'm going to go on more adventures.

I'm going to live with an attitude of abundance.

I'm going to eat more chocolate.

Monday, November 23, 2009



The Week before Thanksgiving,
I limp around real strange.
Huddle in the corner,
As though I have the mange.
All the other turkeys,
Just gobble, gobble on.
I'm silent, and I act
As if my gobbler's gone. Everyone is thankful
On Thanksgiving Day.
Friday it's forgotten.
You all go on your way.
I know what thankful is
So listen when I say.
"It's great to be a turkey,
After Thanksgiving Day."


Sunday, November 22, 2009


Pink! Pink! Pink!  I am mad for the color pink these days! I love a particular shade that has more tones of blue then peach….a shade that is hot and shocking! I love it paired with deep scarlet and bright tangerine.  I’ve made several gypsy bags and steampunk necklaces in that exact color combination.

I've paired some new hot pink pillows with my standard forest green especially for the holidays,  I've bought yards and yards of  pink ribbon to wrap my Christmas gifts,  I've  found a pink cloth for my dining room table, and today I ordered a  fabulous shocking pink wool pea coat!

Pink makes me feel so happy!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


I fuss over the packaging of my handbags and jewelry. I want the presentation to get almost as many "oohs and aahs" as the product. Because my bags and bijoux are created with 100% recycled, repurposed findings, it is only fitting that my packaging materials follow suit.

I begin with a recycled kraft colored box. The fanciful "sash" is made from a brown paper grocery bag that I paint with acrylic paints (the colors change with the season), let dry, then swirl with glue and glitter! (I have EVERY imaginable color of glitter!!) Once the painted bag is dry, I cut out 3 inch wide strips that will become the sassy sashes. I affix the sash around the box, tie a piece of hand dyed yarn (again, colors change with the season) over the sash, add one of my tiny MOO tags (which has a photo of one of my creations on the front side and all my important information on the back), and finally glue on a tiny flower, butterfly, or jewel.

Voila! So pretty!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


It has been raining all day. Big, soft, sumptuous drops. We need the rain, so it is welcome. And, honestly, I love to walk in the rain. I love the muffled pattering sounds the rain makes on the thick floor of fallen leaves, I love the sweet fecund smells of the wet woodlands, and I love viewing the world through a misty lens.  It is all quite heady.

Friday, September 18, 2009


"Knowing who you are and dressing the part-with an air of amused recklessness-is life affirming for you and life enhancing for other people. When the eccentrically glamorous you walks down the street, whether you are a wiry greyhound or a loveable lumbering labradoodle, you will feel gorgeously empowered and you will fill your neighborhood and workplace with positive vibrations. Think of it as a civic duty of sorts."-Simon Doonan

Sunday, September 13, 2009


"Hoity-toity! Hop-o'-my thumb!
Tweedledee and Tweedledum!
All hobgoblins come to me,
Over the mountains, over the sea:
Come in a hurry, come in a crowd,
Flying, chatting, shrieking loud;
I and my broomstick fidget and call---
Come, hobgoblins, we want you all!!
I have a pot of mischievous brew..."
Ruth Bedford

I love everything about Fall: warm fuzzy sweaters, crisp, sweet fallen leaves, carved pumpkins, fantastical Halloween outfits, and tart apple pies. I adore the rich autumn colors: bittersweet, warm forest green, and deep burgundy. I spent a glorious day yesterday putting away all my summer decor, and turning my home into an autumn wonderland. Garlands of glittered leaves, pumpkins of all sizes,  gourds and lovely indian corn. And...WITCHES everywhere! A universal creature of which fairy tales are written, and spells are spun, the witches might be my favorite part of fall. I feel a special kinship with these magical wise women and have been collecting them for years. I have wooden, resin, clay, cloth and paper mache witches. They gather in the nooks and crannies of my home, where I allow them to work their magic. You can almost hear them cackle in warm spirited salutation, "Come at my summons-come to me".

Tuesday, September 8, 2009


For the past five days I have done very little but soak up the sun and float in the water along with my husband and son (and Hunter, of course!) as we celebrated the end of summer at our cabin on the lake.
I feel energized and renewed and ready to get back to work.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


Ever since our 'Gannonstock' Family Reunion, I have been thinking a lot about WOODSTOCK. I just can't wrap my head around the fact that Woodstock happened 40 years ago! Where has the time gone? Am I really that old?!!

Woodstock took place the summer between my junior and senior year of high school, and the free-spirited boy I was dating begged me to go. At the time, I was not brave enough to pack up and head to upstate New York for a three day camp-out with him, so I stayed home. A decision I sorely regret. Who knew it would turn out to be THE party of the decade, history's biggest happening?!

The Woodstock Documentary came out early the next year and I was one of the first in line. For me the 'good vibrations' was just a small part of the mystique of it all. What I felt when I watched the Woodstock Phenomenon was the spirit of thousands of young people discovering the euphoric realization that THEY were what was happening in the world. "Make Love Not War" WAS a revolution.

Yes. I know it was meant to be primarily a music festival. But, Woodstock was so much more then that. It was a sumptuous feast for both eyes and ears. I watched the film and literally absorbed the heady music, the rich tattered fashions, the peace-seeking vibes. All of it had a profound affect on my life and my art. For me it was the beginning of my flower-child, free-spirit, anti-establishment period....although, if truth be told, part of me has never quite gotten over the rich, juicy, colorful spirit of Woodstock .

Maybe I don't really want to.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009


I have just returned from the long July 4th Weekend at our family cottage on the lake, where along with 49 other members from my husband's side of the family (plus two dogs), I gathered for the first ever Gannon Family Reunion: 'GANNONSTOCK 2009'-so named in honor of this summer's 40th anniversary celebration of Woodstock (:

We are an eclectic group-the youngest 7 months old, the oldest 64 years young- with interests as varied and different as can be. But, for three days we came together as one. We shared stories around the campfire. We played in the water. We had a very disorganized, but, oh so dazzling, boat parade around the bay (which included ski boats, hobies, paddle boats, and rafts). We sang Michael Jackson songs in an off-beat harmony to honor the recently fallen King of Pop. We ate too many roasted hot dogs and we drank too many brandy slushes! We 'ooohed and aaahed' over Tom and Rick's spectacular fireworks display as we huddled together around a roaring pit fire.

We celebrated our many freedoms, we counted our rich blessings.

How lucky I feel to be part of such a large and loving family.

Friday, June 19, 2009


A couple weeks ago, just about sunset, I was driving my mom home from a day in the ER (she is fine, just a scare) when I drove past this adorable purple house. I pointed it out to my mom, and exclaimed how much I would love to live in a purple house! I imagine that the people who live there are quite spectacular-creative, artsy, wild, kooky, and as Simon Doonan would surely say, 'glamorously eccentric'-after all, certainly no boring person would dare to paint his or her house such a succulent color. I'm absolutely certain this is a person or people I want to know.

I just couldn't get that gorgeous house out of my, today I went back across town and took some photos.

I'm going to make a point to take this road whenever I can just to drive by the very cool, very whimsical house.

In the meantime, I have the photos tacked to my inspiration board where I can look at them daily. (:

Friday, May 1, 2009



I love this magical season of our earth's rebirth. I love the explosion of colors and scents. I love the lore and legend associated with flowers-especially those of faeries.

Did you know that May Day is an excellent time for sighting faeries?

"According to legend, the best times to see faeries are on the winter and summer solstices, the spring and autumn equinoxes, May Day, and Halloween. And, of course, any blue moon summer night is also a favorable time for a sighting.
Lewis Carroll said that there are rules for sighting fairies: 'First is that there must be a very hot day-that we may consider settled: and you must be just a little sleepy-but not too sleepy to keep your eyes open, mind.
'Well, and you ought to feel a little-what one may call 'fairyish'- the Scotch call it 'eerie', and perhaps that's a prettier word; if you don't know what it means, I'm afraid I can hardly explain it; you must wait till you meet a Fairy, and then you'll know.
'And, the last rule is, that the crickets should not be chirping. I can't explain that: you must take it on trust for the present.
'So, if all these things happen together, you have a good chance of seeing a Fairy-or at least much better chance then if they didn't."
This excerpt and fairy illustration is from my book, 'Creating Fairy Garden Fragrances', Storey Publications, 1998.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009


I just returned from my morning walk...seduced by the sweet sounds, sights and smells of our blooming woods, I ventured into the thick of it to see what I could see. I came upon two young deer drinking from a small pond formed from our many days of rain, camouflaged perfectly in their soft brown coats, I almost missed them. There were a couple of young, sleek black geese cavorting on the same pretty puddle, a rainbow of birds singing and dancing on the breeze-including two beautiful, big hawks making lazy circles in the clear blue sky, spring peepers conversing loudly, a big, oozing owls nest high up in a tree, and, ooohhh! all the shimmering shoots poking through the warm mahogany earth. I found sweet, tiny lemon yellow woodland flowers just blooming among the crusty, rustling leaves...and, pale lime buds on every tree and bush. This is such a glorious season! Made all the better by a warm and sunny day.

Sunday, April 19, 2009


I thought since I was writing about John Denver's music, it might be fun to post a photo of the girls in front of The 'Rocky Mountain High' Rock at the John Denver Sanctuary in Aspen, Colorado. My daughter's and I spent a beautiful afternoon there a few weeks ago.

The Sanctuary is a very spiritual place. If you listen closely as you wander around those big will hear John's sweet songs. Soulful words swirling on the mountain breeze.

Saturday, April 18, 2009


I love the song 'Poems, Prayers and Promises' by John Denver. Back in 1972, while I was living in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, I went to see John in concert at Red Rocks outdoor amphitheatre. This was one of the first songs I heard him sing, and the beginning of my life-long infatuation with his unique brand of folksy-country music. At our wedding in 1974, the young singer-guitar player sang it so sweetly. Even now it brings back memories of our magical wedding day. It seemed the perfect name for this whimsical little wedding bag.

This sweet little clutch was a special order. I really loved how it turned out so I thought I'd show it here. It is made from bits of a weathered-white vintage wedding gown that belonged to the Mother-of-the-Groom, glitzed with jewels of antique pearl and crystal that belonged to groom's grandmum.

I  added tiny wool loops under the flap and made a detachable beaded handle from more of the antique pearls and crystals (again, belonging to the groom's grandmother) so the bride can easily attach the handle to the bag if she so desires.

 I lined the bag with pieces of an antique silk pillow case, and, for the finish, took a slip of silk ribbon upon which I wrote the bride and groom's names and their wedding date and carefully stitched that to the inside of the bag.

The bag is a lovely little treasure sewn with bits of sentimental family heirlooms.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Easter Weekend has just passed. My girls, who all live far away, were not going to be home. So, my husband, Tom, and my son, Austin and I decided to head up to our rustic little cabin in the woods to celebrate the spirit of the holiday...enjoying each other and the soulful prayers Mother Nature whispers.

This prayer by Michele Linfante is one of my favorites.
It isn't necessarily an Easter prayer, but, one that speaks to me.

That to have the eyes of an artist,
That can be enough,
The ear of a poet,
That can be enough.
The soul of a human
just pointed
in the direction of the divine,
That can be enough.
I tell you this to remind myself,
Every gesture is an act of creation.
Even empty spaces and silence
can be the wings and voices of angels."

Thursday, April 9, 2009


This morning I opened my mailbox and found something amazing. A hand written letter!
My friend MD doesn't e-mail or text. She's not on Facebook or MySpace, and she doesn't tweet. She staunchly refuses to communicate via those "impersonal" ways of communicating (she says), every few months she sits down to write me a long, loving letter. In many ways, she frustrates me. I can keep up daily with all my other friends and family via a quick witty e-mail or text message. I can check to see what's new in their lives with a peak at their blog, Facebook or Twitter. With MD I sometimes have to wait a couple months to find out what's new.

I have to admit, however, that I couldn't wait to tear open that envelope! Her letters are always a heady, sensual experience. I love the feel of the thick pink parchment paper between my fingers, the look of bright turquoise ink she has made "her trademark", and the faint, fresh smell of her favorite perfume upon the pages. I smile at her doodles and 'smiling', 'frowning', 'shocked', 'angry' little faces she has drawn among the written words. It's like she is right here with me, her essence there between the lines.

Letter writing is a lost art. I remember when I used to take such delight in hunting for beautiful cards, lovely stationary, bright, bold, colorful inks with which to write letters. I would enclose bits of glitter, confetti, or tiny found objects I had scavenged. They were mini works-of-art. And...Oh, how I remember the innocent, tear-inducing letters I would receive in turn from my children. Their sentimental 'Mother's Day', 'Anniversary', 'Thanksgiving', 'Halloween' poems. Their loving 'thank-you' cards and letters...each written in their unique style, each a treasure to savour and save. A tangible gift to return to. Reread. Rejoice over. Again and again and again. Yes, I faintly remember those days.

Thinking about those letters has made me impatient go dig out my colored india inks, my ancient writing pen, my pile of pretty papers and write some letters. It has even given me a fabulous idea for the creative book Kristin and I are talking of writing. We are thinking of a "Griffin and Sabine" book of sorts, a back and forth sharing of ideas, drawings, paintings, even mini collages of our creative process when making our handbags and jewelry. MD's letter has me thinking we might use zesty colored inks and sumptuous, thick parchments. Even envelopes of confetti and found objects.

I might even take the time to write some real old-fashioned letters now and again. I think dear MD might have the right idea.

Friday, April 3, 2009


The roots of Rockabilly (from Rock'N'Roll and Southern Hillbilly/Country) is sometimes said to have begun in the 1940's and 50's with the women who took over factory jobs during World War II, like 'Rosie The Riveter'. America relied on women in a very public way and at the height of the war, one out of three defense workers was a former full-time homemaker. While women worked outside the home during the day, at night many would get gussied up and dance the night away. Rockabilly began as that 'working woman-tart sex kitten' pairing.

A Rockabilly girl is passionately proud of her background, roots, and who she is. A Rockabilly girl has attitude and supercharged style. Rockabilly was often called 'Retro Punk', 'Dixifried Vintage', 'Rebel Couture', 'Bohemian Grunge', 'Rock Star Fashion', and 'Harajuku' in Japan. The eccentric Rockabilly look today might be a big baggy coat, slacks and creeper shoes; rolled up jeans and a tied up shirt with spiked high heels, a 50's pin-up girl dress and fishnet stockings, thigh-high boots and an acrylic mini-dress, leatherette pants and a man's suit jacket... fashion pairings that are a bit inappropriate with an exaggerated sense of occasion. And, always an exuberant amount of embellishment: oodles of bangles, belts, feathers and chains. Rockabilly is the combining 'comfort with an unexpected edge'.

Although Rockabilly has faded in and out of fashion through the is making a comeback today in a explosive way. Resale and thrift shops are in vogue again. Tattered Couture is the rage as everyone begins to recycle, reuse, and repurpose old clothing and accessories.

And, I am thrilled to learn that my eccentric bohemian style is 'in'. My thrift store jackets, leatherette pants, wild gypsy frocks, lace-up boots, and rhinestone tiaras have probably always seemed a bit odd. But, for me, fashion has always been about fun. I am happy to keep rockin' Rockabilly (:

Monday, March 23, 2009


It is raining here today and there is a chill in the air. The damp dreariness was making me blue and....stuck. I decided to put on my new wellies and go for a walk in the woods. I bought these funky rubber boots back in December at a shoe outlet mall and hadn't worn them yet, saving them for a rainy day.

Our home sits on some acres of woodland, full of wonderously wild flora and fauna. So, I tromped out the back door and off into the woods. I had walked for maybe thirty minutes when I found the perfect stump to rest upon, sheltered from the drops of falling rain by some big tree branches. I listened to the sounds of spring peepers already here, the calls of so many different types of birds I lost count, the shrill squawking of the sand hill cranes and the return honking from the geese as they fought over pond territory. There was the sound of squirrels scurrying past, the crunching of leaves as a young deer about eight feet away bedded down in a cozy pile of leaves...and all around my secret little hide away were the sweet soft sounds of dripping raindrops.

I inhaled the succulent sweet smells of the fern and leaves covering the forest floor, and pungent aroma of wet pine needles.

I sat for maybe twenty minutes and then headed home, feeling much more content.

Mother Nature is a mighty muse.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


One of my girlfriends asked if I would make some sort of multi-layered whimsical Irish brooch for her to wear on St. Patty's Day. She wanted lots of glitz and sparkle! Using Kristin's Mosaic Necklaces as inspiration, and several old Irish vintage buttons I had been saving...I came up with a funky, flamboyant, groovy brooch. Around the buttons I have added bits and pieces of sparkling antique jewels, rhinestones and glitter!

Saturday, January 3, 2009


"Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.  Those who don't believe in the magic will never find it!'- Ronald Dahl

While I was standing in line at the grocery store checkout today, a card with this quote literally fell off the shelf and into my cart! I took it as a message from the Universe, and couldn't wait to get home and tack it up on my inspiration board.

As I begin this brand new year, and this brand new blog, it seems fitting to begin with these magical words. As I travel the country like a gypsy, collecting roadside treasures and eclectic flea market finds to use in creating my gypsy goods, or while I sit at the computer entering blogs, or while I clean the house...I promise to always watch for the magic.