Archive for June, 2009

I was at the eye doctor with my daughter yesterday and picked up a copy of South Shore Living magazine. It was THRILLING to see an article about my passion for sea glass and the reasons I make sea glass jewelry. It’s a great local magazine and my daughter was screaming, “My mom is in here,” in the waiting room. I’m so excited and honored. For those who don’t get the magazine, I love sea glass and all it symbolizes.

Each piece is a treasure with a history which can be guessed but known. To me, each broken piece of glass transforms in the sea and with sunlight and loses sharp edges and gains a sturdy weathered appearance. Who hasn’t been tosses around in waves, land locked when wanting to swim, thrashed in waves and journeyed? Each frosted piece is a little ocean Olympian survivor landing on the sand as though a timeless finish line. I know I’m calmed by the ocean air, rhythmic tides and sea life. The jewelry is a way to create wearable touchstones to celebrate the resilience in the human spirit, the constancy of nature and the mystery history we’re each living.

I’ll be at the Hingham Farmers market tomorrow from 10 to 2pm. My pendants will all be 25% off and I have LOADS of books ($6.99 to $7.99) which are my best-selling item. They are adorable, affordable and perfect for summer reads and gifts. I’m also selling some prints for $1.00 so stop by my booth if you come.


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One of the things I like about working with people working with sea glass is the wide range of styles I get to see. People, from 13 to 75 are all in a classroom together and using the exact same materials. However, some people use many strands of different color craft wire, adding beads here and there, while someone else tightly wire wraps a chunky piece of sea glass and adorns it with one large and prominent bead. Both pieces are wonderful and artistic and eye catching. Some work slow and are precise. Others are relaxed with the materials while some want to know exactly what each tool will do.

One woman who took my class before said she took it before because I help teach not to be afraid. It made my day. Really, why are we so afraid to try new things? Not everyone is but many of us are. I am terrified of anything musical, can’t read music notes and can’t remember the words to a song unless the music is playing. I say, “I’m not musical” as though it is a law for life instead of something I’ve just not tried recently. I never think, “If I find the right teacher,” but what might I be missing? It would be nice to know how to read music even if I decide it’s not something I want to give too much time to. It’s time to get more brave and move out of my own comfort zone.

What areas are you comfortable with? Which ones might you explore more?

Catch of the day: One student put two pieces of glass together, a green on a purple or maybe a purple on a green and it made a stunning piece. I’ve never glued two pieces of sea glass together. She did and it was so pretty.

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I sell my work at the Hingham Farmers Market. SO MANY people on the South Shore have their own sea glass collections. Many people keep their gems in jars or bowls or have even tossed them out not knowing what to do with them. Well, today someone asked me how to drill sea glass. I don’t drill sea glass myself though my cousin did buy me the tools if I get brave enough to try it some time. So far, I like wire wrapping and using non toxic cement to make some pieces which are all about the glass. However, here are a few videos and links I found for those of you who ARE interested in sea glass drilling.



Hope this helps those of you interested in drilled sea glass.

Sea Glass Girl

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spring white and flowerAfter all this time loving sea glass I can’t tell you why it speaks to me so. I collect these pieces and some are raw and sharp and end up being tossed back in. Others are so treasured they go in bowls and are displayed on my mantle and within easy reach. I marvel at the way the white crystal forms on the glass, like cookies topped with confectionery sugar, love the contrast of old glass next to new glass vases holding flowers. It is amazing to me to see the texture of the back of a Hos-ta leaf near the fluffy rhododendron, the distinct iris and the softened edges of once sharp glass all in one shot. Even the mirror is a cleaner and functional glass which, if left in the ocean long enough, would change shape and size and texture.

Here are some photos of recent finds and treasures mixed with a few photos of old and beloved pieces.  I wish I was more gifted with the camera and the uploading. But, since I am not here are some mediocre images where I attempt to capture the beauty of natural gems.

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Catch of the Day: The actual glass as well as the moments to savor the treasures and sift and sort and send some back to the source… even ones which are stunning shades of purple but not yet sea glass.

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This writer, sea glass girl and seeker is happy to say my writing is on one of my favorite websites. Scroll down to the third piece, “Discarded” to read my work of memoir. It’s not sea glass related but it is another variety of my work.


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The market goes to 3pm tomorrow. So, while getting your bread, granola, sweets, jam, salsa, etc. come to my table and buy some sea glass jewelry for:

a graduate going out of state – local sea glass for a leaving state student

birthday gift– eco-friendly jewelry is trendy and pretty

celebrate summer – wear a piece of the beach

Or, just come by and get a free and lovely bookmark of STUNNING sea glass. The North American Sea Glass Association sent me some bookmarks to promote their annual Sea Glass Conference (in Eerie, PA in Oct.) so I’ll have pretty bookmarks if you drop by the table. I’m always in the same corner spot near the water!

Sea Glass Girl

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Low on the sand, fervent buzzing from a shell where a fly was trapped. At first I thought it was hiding but then I cracked it open with another shell. It flew loose. Was I playing God and patronizing Mother Nature? Or was I led to hear this fly screaming on this day? Why can’t I release others trapped in their own shells that closed before anyone heard their scream when they were willing or able to fly toward freedom?

Rocks, soft and round and weathered are happy at the bottom of this ocean before the ocean floor sweeps them up again. How come some can find and leave their bottom and others make it home.

I see a single working glove in the middle of the sand which is no longer working or protective. It is solo and in tact but I can’t help but wonder about the hand once filling that form or the partner.

So much under my nose, inches by my feet, even before I leave my yard.  I hunch and feel the wind, the rain and touch the iris. There is the shy and round bloom of bright yellow and striking pokes or purple side by side. Grass, sharp and pointy or soft and toe tickling is here. How much is the condition of spring as opposed to open hearted seeing?

Hunting for 100 steps on the beach for sea glass, I decide to abandon the search. I can’t find anything and want ease and rich rewards.  Maybe it’s not a hunting day I decide and so what if the beach has been picked over already? I decide I will collect quiet, wind and sunbeams on my skin. Later, as I survey the sand, there is more in one small patch of sand than I can lift and I am overflowing with abundance. I grab the teeth, purple baby teeth, sharp green dinosaur canines and substantially worn whites.

Is it age that makes us wiser and more able to bear thirst? Is it the memory of it being quenched that makes any parchment easier than the first?  We know we won’t die of thirst after we have seen loved ones sipping crushed flavorless slush’s at the end of life. Our thirst is no less real but not life-threatening.  We know in way other versions of ourselves didn’t that the are levels of thirst and this longing for water is simply a wish, a desire.  We can sip the iris, wind and sky until we are satiated.  

Catch of the Day: Gratitude for the fervent fly and the baby purples on the shore

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