I wanted to show it to you earlier, but I kept trying to figure out how to get great photos without the light reflecting on the metal. The EGE is subbing all the time and hasn't had a chance, so I just did it myself this morning. I'm never going to be a photographer. It's a good thing I have one living in the house; now if only he had about 12 more hours in every day, we'd be golden.
I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this. I love rocks. Have I ever mentioned that I love rocks? I LOVE rocks!
I've been collecting them from as far back as I can remember. Not collecting as in going out and identifying them and labeling them and putting them on a shelf, but as in picking them up and putting them in my pocket and carrying them home and setting them on the porch railing or putting them in a jar or putting them on the bookshelf. Sometimes I'll clear out a bunch and go dump them in the yard somewhere where there's no lawn--out in the alley by the fence, or in the front yard under a tree. My friend Bob loves rocks, too, and sometimes when we meet he'll bring me a rock. Not a fancy shiny rock, but just one he's picked up out in the oilfield somewhere, one with a stripe or an odd shape or a really smooth surface.And cactus--you don't really miss cacti until you move away and don't see them for a while. When I was a kid and we were moving around the Oil-Producing Western States, I knew we were "home" (somewhere in Texas where we actually had relatives, never mind how scattered they might be) when I started seeing cacti out the window as we drove along the interstate from wherever we were currently living. We didn't get to come to Texas often, so I'd go years without seeing any cacti unless we got really homesick and bought some in those little pots--but we didn't do that very often because you can't really have houseplants to haul around when you're moving constantly.
Anyway--all this to say: cactus + rocks = LOVE. This sculpture makes me very, very happy.
Thank you so much, Jeanie! XO













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Ah, rocks. My Grandfather collected rocks, my mom drug home rocks from all over the place, I collect rocks from wherever. My husband had to drag me away from a jetty 'cause I wanted to bring home one of rocks all embedded with shells. He thought the jetty police would bust me. LOL
What a kewl gift, and what a wonderful person to know all the things that make you happy and include them in one little sculpture. A treasure, for sure.
from Julie
Every part of Jeanie's gift means something important to you! Best kind of gift to get.
this is so wonderful! Rice, how tall is it?
(hey)Jude
Wow, that is so awesome...love it! STELLAR!
Sorry--I didn't think of that: it's 11" tall. Sturdy, but not too heavy--if it were bigger, it would have been heavy to ship, for sure!
How cool is that she sent you this amazing sculpture!!
I LOVE your podcasts - this one as well. Thanks for doing them! (I am ready for the next one, thank you very much! :D)
Gorgeous!!! I collect rocks too. I have rocks in the gardens from all over the Northwest. It is much more fun than collecting spoons. When we come home from a trip to the Oregon Coast I have to be extra careful doing laundry. Rocks, shells, and baby driftwood in the washing machine make a lot of noise.
Thanks, Deb--I love doing them, and they'll be more frequent as part of my commitment to the new website for North Light. XO
Awesome piece! and I am so with you on rocks - I brought home a whole bag of cool black and gray rocks from the Pacific Northwest ... from our honeymoon. DH knew he was in trouble from the start!
Well, that is just the coolest thing ever! I have yet to listen to that podcast (although I do get them automatically as an iTunes subscriber and they are lying in wait on my iPod). This is a lovely gift.
I have one very special rock I treasure. When my daughter was in her pink phase, about age 5, she found a pink rock in our landscaping that when set a certain way is a perfect heart shape and she gave it to me as a present.
Fabulous sculpture, and a wonderful gift !
I just finished listening to your podcast with Jeanie Thorne, really enjoyed it. I tried welding when I was in highschool just because I was pissed off because everyone assumed girls shouldn't do it. I got okay at it but it wasn't a fit. I liked listening to Jeanie explain the process as it took me back and I remembered all that is involved.
I could not imagine working with steel, I have no sense of space so that made her interview all the more interesting. Like visiting another creative country.
oh, i LOVE that, zom: "like visiting another creative country." I'm going to steal that--nope: i'm going to use it as a title and quote you. LOVE it. isn't that what this is all about, visiting other creative countries? oh, you've got my brain buzzing now--and i thank you for that, because it's been gritching about loyalty issues all morning long. XO
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