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There is a really nice woman and loyal regular customer looking at my necklaces at last week’s Farmer’s Market Day in Hingham. It’s in the photo gallery of the link below so check it out!!!

http://www.wickedlocal.com/hingham/homepage/x467282409/PHOTO-GALLERY-Saturday-shopping-at-the-Farmers-Market

There are other photos show the wonderful produce and sunflowers (and other flowers) too. It’s hard to catch in photos the  Best Damn Granola woman’s yummy product but as a veggie for almost 30 years I’ve had A LOT of granola and this really is moist and flavorful. 

There are also wonderful pastries, lemonade, and that makes if fun for kids while grown-ups shop. there are also other great jewelers and non-food vendors if you need gifts as well as local produce. Oh and the bread choices… yum yum. My husband gets a loaf of sun-dried tomatoes and mozzarella each week!

Come by and see for yourself. If you can’t, these photos capture some of the fun.

Warmly, sea glass girl

…..off to get ready for today’s market. This week I have barrettes and new style necklaces so even though it’s cloudy I’m eager to get out there. And my daughter had some great sales last week and has new earrings this week!

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I had one thought as I headed to the beach for a 20-minute power stint of sea glass hunting and it was, “I got to get purple sea glass.” Well, there were a few thoughts. “Maybe there will be a big purple, or a dark purple or many small but varied shades. I hope I get some purple. I could really use some purple. I’m low on purple. People love purple.”

 

The seagull on the sand didn’t even move, the obsessing in my mind only loud to me. The waves, gentle and soft, took turns riding the tide and made way for the bigger and louder ones crashing behind them. The sand was wet and I had to hopscotch on the rocks to get to the beach without going for an unintended swim. I was hurrying with my mission in mind.

I found several brown pieces. Two were round and oft and one had three gentle lines in the corner. They looked like guitar pics that played against barnacles. The others, six or so, all variations of a triangle.

 

Still, I wanted purple and I have a reputation of spotting the frosty big pieces from a distance. But nothing.
There were white pieces, seeming naked on large patches of sand, alone as though I caught them getting out of the shower before they had towels, the dryness of sun or the cover or dirt. One was ragged, almost sharp and clear, the type I normally bury so the sea can do her “cooking” and work. But it was so worn on one edge it’s a great educational piece for showing the transformation of broken bottle to sea glass.

 

I caught the lop of a bottle, a small edge, and a thick white piece resembling a small perched bird, the lines etched in glass were like feathers, as though it were perched on a limb, like the sea gull, but wanting to be caught.

 

I found a piece of driftwood, t-shaped, a tiny remnant of something nailed together in a haphazard way, looking like a mini sign you’d see up on a trees in a cottage town telling vacationers which road to go down or where their campsite might be.

 

At the farmer’s market in Hingham, there are people who come only to talk sea glass, who empty pockets from a morning hunt, and say, “See, this is what I found today.” People who also walk the shores regularly and who want to share the passion. Many wish to make use of their piles, others are happy to pile and fill and jars and vases.

 

I am green, green in my passion as I am only a little over a year into this obsession. The greens elude me this morning on the shore. I find a few aqua pieces though, they are soft and thin, They will rest easy and flat on a neck. I am happy.

 

I head for home realxed. The sun has been bearing down on the base of my back and the nape of my neck. “The ocean doesn’t do special orders,” I think as i laugh at myself, thinking I can call up some purple to the sand I have full pockets and am reminded of the times in life I have missed what is right before me, stepping over gems, sure what I wanted and needed could only be found in a specific place, person or color. How many times have I missed the aqua and white, the brown and the driftwood seeking with desperation only for purple.

 

The ocean, like God, life, other people, don’t take special orders, but they always deliver. It is me who needs to put aside my desire, the thoughts that say, “only this will work” which keeps me wound too tight to open to other possibilities. I am grateful for the lessons as much as the sea glass itself which I cherish. Returning, I will keep returning and am so lucky for that as well.

 

I see a sliver of purple, a triangle, smooth on one side and bumpy on half of the other. It looks exactly like a sail boat with arms open wide to the sea and wind. The bottom, curved, a base. I will keep this piece to remind me that I don’t get to decide what to call up from the ocean but I can be open to seeing what arrives.

Catch of the Day: Not getting “enough” of what I thought I needed.

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“It’s like antique road show” my husband said, as my brother, nephews and sister-in-law sat at the dining-room table unloading their treasures. They were eager and excited. K. had found a yellow and white marble. My oldest nephew, a cobalt blue. My sister-in-law found a range of items, especially weathered pieces, soft and round. My brother found a bottle base with words. The joy of sharing, being swept up in the hunt and bounding into our house is best. My husband served drinks and set the table. We ordered take out. The kids eventually moved into the living room to play wild bowling setting up pins in crazy designs making it almost impossible for the bowler to hit them.

“They’re here,” my daughter said as I was waking from my nap. I had been to the farmer’s market and met many people and had a day of so-so sales. I didn’t bring signs saying what my table was. Some people didn’t know it was sea glass and others walked right by the table. I had tried a new display which looked nice but had so many pieces hanging that it was hard to focus. Each week I learn more about how to display work, how to price it and how to quickly pack in case it rains. And yet, my friends showed their support by coming and visiting. I saw a dear friend back from vacation and her relative. I saw another friend, and her little girl, back from their vacation. My brother’s family all showed up to say hello. It is a family and community scene. Friends from our neighboring town and play group were there. My daughter, proud of her display of earrings in the corner. The five-year olds emptying the fresh blueberries after finishing their slushy lemonades. We had coffee from the new vendor and ate the best damn granola from THE BEST DAMN GRANOLA woman.

 

I still find it hard to tell others that there’s a farmer’s market where I sell my work. Those who love sea glass return to talk about the hunt or wear new pieces. Many are interested in learning how to wrap their own gems and how I understand that desire! But I love the sharing of this passion with others and the people who do gasp, who also love sea glass and the range of styles it can become in earring or pendant form.

 

I taught a workshop on Friday at New England Village and it was wonderful!!! It was for residents with mental retardation and development displays. The group was eager, medium-size and I felt much more confident than I did the first time I taught. Teaching is not a natural gift I possess. I get nervous, talk to much and don’t always give clear directions. But, this group was interested and eager and listening.

Each person seemed to find the glass that spoke to them. The glass alone, is appealing. As jewelry, it’s another form of beauty with new possibilities. Showing people how to wrap wire and secure it enough to make a key chain is fun. Seeing people hold up their creations and smile is amazing!

 

But I was exhausted by mid-afternoon. I was happy and satisfied, interested if there’s a business to be made from this passion or not. I can’t know yet and I don’t have to. I’m in busy start-up phase. I met a woman at the craft fair who had wished she had been a jeweler. She was kind but tired from the work life she does have. She had been discouraged from going into the “man’s world” of jewelry and regrets that guidance. She said, “Do something you love.” As long as I continue loving the sea glass, can include free trade beads and even use recycled sterling silver I will continue. 
Today, walking the shore, finding tiny pieces of brown and white and a square thick piece of aqua is most satisfying. My daughter near by, searching her own patch of sand. The late summer sun falling but with a touch less warmth and intensity. The ocean, still singing her holy chant. I can’t stay too far from the water. In an ideal world, I’d make jewelry each day with the pieces of the day caught. As if the sea glass is fish and I catch only enough for that day’s meal. I’d like to have that sense of pacing, of finding the balance of time on the sand and near the water and then with the wire and the tools.

Catch of the Day: Staying connected to the original joy and peace that brought me to the water

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O.k., here’s the one I’m waiting for now by C.S. Lambert, entitled, A Passion for Sea Glass, because in it, we’ll meet others who share the passion for sea glass and making art with it. I can’t wait to read about how and why others are drawn to collecting and creating from these pieces of “glitter litter” from the water:

http://www.amazon.com/Passion-Sea-Glass-C-S-Lambert/dp/0892727071/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1218712163&sr=1-1 

Her other book, Sea Glass Chronicles, http://www.amazon.com/Sea-Glass-Chronicles-C-S-Lambert/dp/0892725087/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1218712511&sr=1-4shows pottery pieces and dolls and bottles and the more unusual finds one discovers on a beach and has a touch more of a personal tone than the highly informative and most referenced sea glass book below.

Pure Sea Glass is the most informative book I’ve seen about sea glass. I keep it out at my table for referencing how rare the colors are, because it includes history about where the sea glass comes from and because the photos are stunning. http://www.amazon.com/Pure-Sea-Glass-Discovering-Vanishing/dp/0975324608/ref=pd_sim_b_1

Sea Glass Secrets is a more personal journey. I love the idea and the title. http://www.amazon.com/Sea-Glass-Secrets-Valerie-Raudonis/dp/0974736112/ref=pd_sim_b_4

This book, http://www.amazon.com/Story-Sea-Glass-Anne-Dodd/dp/0892724161/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1218712925&sr=1-6, The Story of Sea Glass, is written for children but it’s one of my favorites. It includes the element of history that sea glass holds and the way the love of sea glass can be shared with people of any age.

Beach Wisdom is an adorable book for beach lovers, a small gift book when you just want to look at the pictures. http://www.amazon.com/Beach-Wisdom-Life-Lessons-Ocean/dp/0740733109/ref=pd_rhf_f_i_cs_2

Catch of the Day: Gratitude – each of the books above was a gift to me from someone who knew I loved sea glass My mother, my aunt, a friend, my cousin and how seen and loved it made me feel to get books on a new passion. A woman in my writing group gave me a journal to collect my sea glass thoughts and it includes a rarity chart in the back. Many of the words that are on this blog started as half thoughts while on the beach, journal in pocket, ready to hunt and write. Grateful!

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I’m looking at times, prices and spaces for leading fall workshops for children and adults. I’ll post the information here as soon as I have public classes to offer.

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I dreamnt I left all of my sea glass necklaces on a counter at a store. Someone in the store thought they were inventory and collected them all. But then, they couldn’t find them. I was asking for ladders, looking for cabinets, searching, not near the ocean or sand or walking along bumpy rocks, but in a store.

So, that’s me of late. I’m making jewelry at night, getting ready and staying ready for a farmer’s market and a workshop I’m leading tomorrow. I’m in the jewelry-making business. But I still love the hunt and the ocean and the fresh jewels I find still wet on the sand. And then, in my hand, with a sliver wire twisting and wrapping, I want to see the jewelry they become.

I also have hit a wall. I need new classes and to learn more styles and techniques. I may not employ any of them. But my being “green” and I don’t just mean in not using mined real gold or sliver, but in trying to use recycled gold and silver, is starting to show.

So, a trip to the sea, for the rush of the true experience of a hunt is calling to me as is new ways of looking at the glass and seeing what else it wants to transform itself into on land.

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I like to fancy myself as anti-social-ish… But, when you find other people who want to talk and look at and share the passion for sea glass and crafts and jewelry it’s fun! O.k., it’s really nice when they want to spend money and buy things as well.

We had so much fun as a family at the Farmer’s Market. We could not have been near nicer vendors and met more kind people. Everyone was so nice. I was so nervous I couldn’t even open my calculator when people DID buy an item. My daughter, who can be shy, was in high sell mode while she was there and totally out of her shell. My husband was the cover the table, get the petty cash and do coffee runs guy. It was so much fun and my neighbor came by, my brother, sister-in-law and nephews drove ALL of the way from Harvard, MA and a writer’s group member, and her daughter showed up as well.

I learned a lot as well. One of the things I learned is how many people have HUGE bottles and vases and lamps filled with sea glass. So many people are attached to their collection, the hunt, the find, the gem. A nice older boy showed me an amazing piece of black as well as end of the day sea glass (two toned looking) and was so enthusiastic about seeing mine as well. Seeing his aunt go out of her way to let him know about my collection was touching.

I learned I need to make more items of ALL sizes (i tend to make huge things) and in all price ranges too. I need to have items for kids too who really liked looking at and touching the raw sea glass which wasn’t for sale.

Anyhow, I’ll be there, every Sat. til the end of October and I’m happy to learn, create more, sell and share the passion for sea glass. 

Catch of the Day: There’s no need for a turtle shell when you are in your element.

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