It gets a bit quiet in Wyoming during the long winter months, perfect for reflection and dreaming, and the flow of creativity. There is no warm sun beckoning nor long dinners on someone's porch. It makes the natives restless and ignites a desire for foreign lands and other pleasant distractions. Cabin fever is real here.
This leads to all kinds of imaginings
When I moved back into my little cabin this autumn
-my heart properly broken-
My lovely friend
-happy for my return to the west-
suggested that I hang my chandeliers from the long log beams of my cabin ceiling and put up mirrors to reflect the lights. "It will be just like Versailles" she said, and that may have been what started our next idea.
A night of pleasure
art
food
friends
cooking
eating
drinking
Italian style
Easy enough for her, she is an artist, she will paint food and images of Italian life,
but what about me? What kind of jewelry speaks of Italy? I have a limited imagination, partly because I have never been to Italy, so I had to go with chandeliers. In my mind that is the closest I can get to Italy. Besides, it's about distraction and fantasy - we just need some light and romance, (the kind that doesn't break hearts), around here.
So I opened a box of vintage chandelier crystals, (doesn't everyone have one or two boxes of those lying around?), and began to dream a bit of what kind of jewelry would grow from the collection.
Now, where did I put all my tools when I beat my hasty retreat from Chicago?
-of course I have waited until now, when it's snowing heaps, to think of going to my storage shed to unearth my jewelry making supplies-