Schedule

Tentative Schedule

Monday: Cut all Patterns

Tuesday: Sew

Wednesday: Sew / Photograph

Thursday: Photograph 

Friday:  Etsy, Blogger, Facebook and other Marketing Options

Saterday: Plan, and Get-Ahead Day

Sunday: Rest

A new Idea

So, I lost my minimum wage,  on-your-feet-for-8-hours, no respect job.

I couldn't be happier.

I have a small on-call job that I work about 1-2 days a week. I also have Innvogue, but that is sort of on-call to.

Today I went job-shopping and I was so depressed when I thought about returning to any positions where my boss would only see me as a company robot and customers (with few exceptions) would treat me like their hired slave. And of course, where I would not be using or honing my skills, passions, and desires.

I can't do it.

I want to start Silver Moon Creations full time.

I know, I'm crazy. Right? Right. I know I have the creativity  to do this--the desire and the need--but do I have the skills? Do I have the motivation?

I've only thought of this as some sort of half-put-together hobby--I've only been sewing for two years. I have no prior experience and have taught myself everything.

I think I can do this.

I've given myself a 6 month leeway to explore this option!

I'll let you know. I'm excited, scared, and apprehensive!

A lot of things are going to change around here!

Three things that need to change:

1) Offer a flawless product (I sew fast and sometimes make mistakes)
2) Blog everything
3) Never forget my God and Savior

Thats really it.

I'm going to focus on purses and cuffs first.

If you asked me...

If you asked me I would leave with you

If you asked me I would go

Far away to the sea with you

To find a place called home

If you wished it I would sing for you

If you wished it I would play

Us over the hills and vales and years

Sing our time away

If you called me I would come to you

If you whispered just my name

My feet would run away with you

On that hill, today

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What would you do if I showed up with tickets to Europe? What would you do if I wore my heart on my sleeve? Would you go with me? 

God is my strength and my redeemer. Every day I love Him more when I see more of the worlds ugliness. I known God is calling my name. And He is curing my bitterness. Because, in a world where God loves me, what do I have to be bitter about, anyway?  

Innvogue Update

A nice little update for Innvogue.

 My favorite is the geode ring.

How I feel

She is only 15. I love her voice. 

I want to do a photo-shoot right about now, but it is dark outside and I broke my tripod. 

Life is foggy. I trying to love the small things and trust in God, but my heart feels like it was put through a blender, even if I did turn it on.

Dear God, do you break blenders? 

Extra

Remember my Bohemian Braids Hair Tutorial? I made a cascading how-two from the steps! :)

Be sure to check out the full tutorial here if you are interested =)

Blue Raindrop Ring

One day, when the world was new and humankind not yet a forethought--there lived two little old grumpy gnomes beneath the knoll at Edmond's Steading. They were wizards, both of them masters in the ancient arts of flame, spirit, water and dust. To pass the time it amused them greatly to dabble with the elements of nature, and prank the other--to see who could unweave the others weaving.

The stouter wizard, (he had forgotten his name thrice over, but currently called himself Ryniomlosu) was mixing a potion over his stove when he heard a loud explosion down the tunnel.

A great cloud of dust soon followed, but Ryniomlsu was not interested. He was crafting a ring--a water ring that would allow the wearer to control the essence of water he was nearest too. There were 19 rivers this side of the Isles--and those 19 rivers were the rivers he hoped to relocate to his fellow gnome's study this evening, hopefully accompanied by a surplus of very bewildered fish, and an angry selkie or two.

The ring had 18 stones of crystallized water already attached, and Ryniomlsu could feel the keening of the water coursing through the ring, a powerful summoning that sounded almost like a siren's song. He readied his soldering tool--holding the last bead in place. The earth shook again, as Ryniomlsu bonded that last node into the ring, holding it up triumphantly towards the light.

And that is how the desert was born, Maria. Are you ready for bed now?

No? You want to know what happened next?

Well, my dear, a quest was begun--a quest by elf and fae and nymph alike--the quest for the ring, to save the water and the lake creatures that Rynimlsu had unknowingly trapped inside his bauble. It is said that when the rock walls shook in response to the wizards immense spell that little bit of dust fell into his caldron, and his spell was altered, my dear, locking all that water and trapping all those poor souls forever beneath the glass.

But don't fret, love! Everything will work out in the end. Lets get some sleep. Yes, tomorrow I will sing you the lullaby of the Shadowmere, the legendary horse princess, who turned all her suitors into frogs.

I later used this story as a jumping off point to start my first novel, The Quest to End The Desert. This short story was inspired by a vintage shop I curated and used to run.

Little Pouch

This is a little touch of spring time for your winter blues.

 I made this pouch with thrifted sheets and flower scraps, complete with a vintage doily and metal zipper. =)

 I love how bright and flowery it is!

Hiatus

The holidays have put a temporary lee in my artful posting! I shall hopefully return after the season is over with some delightful sewing and crafting tutorials, as the internet allows.

Here is a picture of my breakfast: It's not vegan, but vegetarian.

-Egg Sandwich
-Toast
-Cottage Cheese
-Raspberries

Very yummy, and healthy.

I have been sewing a lot and knitting (a not yet completed) scarf. I hope to share these with you guys soon!

My family is traveling to visit my grandmother and grandfather this Christmas! Please keep us in your prayers.

The Little Butterfly Hair Comb

A little princess was playing by an old pool. She wore an emerald green frock, covered by a mossy brown apron, and there were butterflies embroidered on her little silk slippers. At the top of the hill, her nursemaid was asleep under an old oak tree, her bonnet rising and falling as she slumbered, a pile of discarded knitting balanced, half-finished, upon her lap.

"I am the princess of the butterflies," Nyniue told a passing frog, as she leaped from stone to stone around the rim of the old pond. She was practicing dancing for her eighth birthday party next week, where she would wear a gown of pale lavender and her thin silver crown.

She stopped to peer into the murky water at her refection, frowning at her freckles. The glint of her little butterfly pin caught her eye, shimmering there in the pool, it's ruddy refection distorted by the movement of the water. She touched where it rested at the crown of her head, then playfully splashed her refection.

As she straightened to resume her dancing, her heel caught on the hem of her long skirts. For a moment she teetered, caught somewhere between the pond and the sky--then SPLASH, headlong into the pool.

When the nurse woke, languidly stretching from her afternoon nap, all she found at the edge of the pool was the little butterfly pin and a mud-laden silk slipper, balanced half in and half out of the water.

These small fable stories were written by me, inspired by pieces I curated from a vintage online shop I used to run. You can read more here.

Ambiance

 For when you are feeling lost.

Wall Art V. 2

Happy December 1st, dear friends! I have been neglecting the blog lately...in favor of brainstorming!

I am working on a summer/spring line that will "come out" March 1st. This will be my first sewing line, and will include tops, accessories, skirts, and other odd assortments! I'm super excited.

But I'll still be posting a thing or two here, don't worry =)

Last week, I painted more of the room...

I am trying to make use of my *wonderful* pasty yellow walls (yikes) tee hee. I am enjoying the freedom of illuminating my own space, a freedom I have never experienced before!

Yes, I know I have a problem with clutter! I hope to get it all worked soon. I have to much fabric! I have to much yarn! And to many dresses....

Hope you all had a great November and Thanksgiving!