With beautiful natural eggs colors like these you don’t need to dye eggs for Easter.
Been making connections and finding inspiration in others stories as I let my feelers out into the world.
Some fun things:
A family friend, Beth Mathews especially if you are interested in graphic design but she shares many fabulous things, a big sweetheart…
From Beth I found this textile designer, sewer extrodinar and mother of six, Anna Marie Gorgeous color and patterns.
Locally, I had cut out an inspiring article about a darling colorful baby shoe designer, Chelsea of Chelsea-baby. She started out of her parent’s basement too and is blossoming right now! I was lucky enough to meet her down my street! Chance or fate:)
I had a meeting this week with a store. Although it wasn’t the right fit for the product I have now it made me prepare. I met a nice shop women with lots of high-end retail experience who gave me a lot of feedback and I don’t think will mind if I contact her with future questions. Learned about a cool high end site, twist with delicious jewelry! Thanks Amanda!
Nava Zahavi, who takes Byzantine, this Turkish flair of jewelry to another level!
Dolores Petunia, have been admiring her work for a long time! Colors, colors and quality funky pieces!
My friend Molly, a talented artist who is about to launch an Etsy store…patiently await but here is her blog for now,there there. You should be excited for her watercolors! Thanks for her critics and advice as well!
Mimi…hey girl thanks for the good eye and feedback!
To my mom and hubby for support and watching the bigs(our daughter) so much!
The weather has been amazing here…and nature knows what to do…pops of vibrant new growth green contrast from the hearty brown that survived the winter.
As my baby belly grows big I feel constant flutters of life and an occasional bum or elbow stick out for it all to be so real.
Baby dear #1 is excited for “my baby”…her baby sister to join us…she thinks she is at least…
My hubby is settling in but misses his country. Not so much his country but the lifestyle he knew. Everyone knows him, he has tons of respect and a good reputation built up there. A go getter who can no longer do it all by himself. Language and delicious Turkish food. (I miss the food too and feel fortunate to be able to relate to all those feelings as I lived in his country for 5 years:)
I have been writing lately. Feels good. Defining what I’m doing. reminiscing. exploring. The beginning of a bio for my new Kisa Kollections website, perhaps?
Since I can remember I have loved the hunt and the gather with my hands… my eyes… the experiences with all the senses involved…that treasure hunt for beautiful and interesting things.
Lilac flowers pop in May in Minnesota. When I was young during this time this was MY hunt.
I would creep in around neighbors yards, having previous years mentally mapped out where the most fragrant lilacs bloomed.
Down by the edge of the road grew the whitest ones, the lightest lavender hue.
If I stood on my tippy toes at the edge of the neighboorhood I could pull down the branch and clip the coveted “double” one, double dose of pretty petals.
The smaller variety with the deepest lavender hue popped from the corner of the yard, over the compost heap.
I would bundle these beauties all together and present them, usually to my mother, to adorn the dining room table and allow us all to gasp at their fragrance and beauty.
My own back yard has grown, although solidly rooted in Minnesota but branches have embraced experiences around the world, most personally profound were 5 year stints in each southern California and my now second home of Turkey.
While my hunt has progressed from lilacs to other lovely treasures to adorn the body and elicit gasps of “where did you find that?”. My heart remains the same.
I hope you will enjoy the collections I have put forth for you. You too appreciate the hunt, the travel and the stories interwoven in the pieces; from their evolution of materials, ancient techniques and histories, to story of how they got on your lovely self.
wear, share and make new stories…
How are you all?
How is spring effecting you?
Just a little reminder…I heart comments!
Once upon a time…
when my husband was just my cute Turkish fling…
Pre-babies and stresses and worries(or different types of stresses and worries, much more egocentric)…
Pre-big love…just an evolving love…a lust…
We would take long drives through the twisty mountain roads behind our little college town of Eskişehir, Turkey…
We would save tortises from becoming road kill and stop for Turkish tea breaks in shacks set up by villagers for the sole purpose to make a few extra kuruş (pennies)…
We would use our “arkadaş”, friend in Turkish, which was our nickname for our little pocket dictionaries we carried everywhere for translation assistance as we fell in lust…then big-love through eyes and kind gestures…actions, not the words…those came later…
On one of our drives we happened into a friend’s village…
A village filled with crumbling stone buildings, lush gardens, huge Turkish hospitality and one big salmon pink cement building filled to the brim with silk moth pods…these cocoons…millions of them…
The villagers would “grow” the moths, or their caterpillars which twirl into cocoons in their fields(nature is so amazing!). The villagers would then harvest them, branches and all, as to not disrupt the fine continuous strands that silk is revered for. They proceed to bring them to this pink pop of a building for processing.
The cocoons then go into a big oven room (scarily reminded me of a concentration camp or something) and the worms perish as their fine silk thread cocoons are salvaged and woven into one luxurious type of fabric, fiber or thread…
The thermometer gauge…ekkk…
So very interesting I must say. There is often such a disconnect from how things are made. I love learning the whole process of a craft. Can you imagine just how many of those pods it takes to make a lovely silk necklace from me:)
I really enjoyed seeing this those years ago when I was falling in love:)
Grateful to say I still love silk and my husband even more!
P.S. It’s official my darlings! I have a name for my little evolving jewelry collection, Kisa Kollections.
There is alot of silk and alot of love in this venture as well:)