Heather Eddy Art

For a while now, I've been following the doings of this one artist Lisa of c-urchin or seaurchin . Her work is just so pristine and thoughtful. It's true what they say about the more you think about something, the more likely you are to do it yourself - well, that's true in that I finally bought one of her pieces - not the one I want the most, but a beginning... I'm so happy to live in this day and age of blogs. When I first heard about blogs umpteen months/years ago, I was appalled. I thought they were simply online journals. What arrogance and exhibitionism would a person need to post something like that? Ewww! Now I know a bit more and love to search out etsy artists whose work I love and catch their blogs. Every day I check out bugsandfishes , lilfishstudios , refabulous and a few others to see what they are doing. It's so inspiring to see another person's work and find that the artist herself is someone admirable, too. More people to learn from and ab...

I've been busy working away at stocking my Etsy shop. I've had several new designs in the works for some time now and have gotten around to making them up and listing them. This is my favorite of the recent additions! More later.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet." I have been doing folded books for several months now. Over that time, I've looked around for other examples of folded books on the Internet and have not found that many. My search terms have included "folded, books, book sculpture, folded pages, and upcycled books". The other day I found a site that included the term "altered book". My alarm bells went off. I *know* what "altered" means in this day and age. It means you buy a whole bunch of off-the-shelf crud (in the scrapbook aisle) to paint, paste or otherwise "embellish" a found object to make it your own. I have to say I HATE the scrapbook craft of today. I hate that "scrapbook" has been turned into a verb. (I hate that "journal" has gone down the same road, too, but that is for another day...) What IS a scrapbook? It's a memory-reminder. It is the content tha...

I have a 21-month old child. It took me a long time to have a child in my life so I refuse to complain too much about how hard it is to do anything with him around. Well, at least, I refuse to complain often. This week has been busy trying to get ready for Halloween. Somehow I got roped into making costumes for two little boys. Brian is really good at coming up with ideas, but not so good at implementing them. That's my job, apparently. *sigh* Anyway, Alex's prince costume has turned out pretty well. I found a couple of dresses at the local thrift store that I was able to cannibalize into a relatively manly-looking outfit. He'll get to wear it three times this week, so he needs to like it. Next year, the kids are all going as bags of garbage. Those are easier.

For a while now, people have been asking me for colored beads. My gut feeling was that the colors would run when I dipped them in the sealer. Unfortunately for me, I was right. There go all my plans for colored holiday-themed jewelry. Oh, well. It's one more way for my life to be simplified. If I had a billion colors to choose from as well as the sheer number of fonts I already have to choose from and the design of the beads (up, down, sideways, long, short) and the number of phrases and words to use, I could well go bonkers. As if I'm already not well on my way...

This weekend we had Conference. For those people who are not familiar with Mormon-lingo, Conference is a twice-yearly meeting which is broadcast worldwide. When I was little, it meant getting dressed up and going to the church and sitting on hard folding chairs for two hours straight while listening to boring grown-ups talk about things WAAYY above my head. As I grew older, it was on cable and now my family and I watch it on the Internet (hooked up to the TV). I enjoy it more now, and not just because I get to sit on the couch and do crafts while I listen, but because I understand more of the concepts spoken about. It's a twice a year spiritual recharging and I love it. Even though we had the kids and I cooked five full meals, I still found myself with *gasp* TIME!!! It had rained on Saturday and on Sunday, the sky was still full of puffy white clouds. It made for glorious light out on the patio. All gold and orange. I, with my watercolors, sat out at the patio table with Macken...