<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:35:29.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoradell Designs</title><subtitle type='html'>Mixed media artist, jewelry designer and creator of Zoradell Designs shares new projects, travels and obsessions</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-745230501453264988</id><published>2008-05-13T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:03:45.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facial Hair and Good Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SCl_v7mkWGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ccq2akxcoMo/s1600-h/il_430xN_24230112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199827706205984866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SCl_v7mkWGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ccq2akxcoMo/s320/il_430xN_24230112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SCl_p7mkWFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Sa1qE7HqrT8/s1600-h/il_430xN_26138811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199827603126769746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SCl_p7mkWFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Sa1qE7HqrT8/s320/il_430xN_26138811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a weekend! I had such a fabulous time, thanks to you, B ;). My horoscope says I need to get "out of my head" and "into my body" by way of yoga and meditation. It accused me of being too much of a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brainiac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". What do you expect from an Aquarius??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been "nutty" about this new series I am doing: jewelry out of recycled chair legs. I wore one to work the other day and a woman thought it was a harmonica. Nifty! Wish I played the harmonica. I've given up on trying to be cool, so I'm just going to stick to what I know which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nerdism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and recycled art. I'll be listing more, but for now, there is one on &lt;a href="http://www.zoradelldesigns.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.zoradelldesigns.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I don't think I'll be listing them on my "main" site. In fact, I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so much, I might be moving my shop there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one day soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New items a person (particularly me) can't live without: wallet made from recycled Bitch magazine from &lt;a href="http://www.omglia.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.omglia.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; facial hair from &lt;a href="http://www.pishposhpaperworks.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.pishposhpaperworks.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few stops on my wonderful weekend here in the valley were Pizzeria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Venti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pontin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Roza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; winery, both in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Prosser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If you are ever in the area to enjoy our beautiful weather and our wineries, make a note not to miss either of these. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pontin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Roza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a little off the beaten path, but you won't be disappointed; Even the Sideways boys would be pleased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-745230501453264988?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/745230501453264988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=745230501453264988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/745230501453264988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/745230501453264988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-weekend-i-had-such-fabulous-time.html' title='Facial Hair and Good Wine'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SCl_v7mkWGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ccq2akxcoMo/s72-c/il_430xN_24230112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-8735505302752494789</id><published>2008-04-19T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:41:55.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendiferous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqp0rLPr5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/9okygVQ5Wc0/s1600-h/DSC04000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191148242906099602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqp0rLPr5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/9okygVQ5Wc0/s320/DSC04000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpnrLPr4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/jiH-zHppfQs/s1600-h/DSC03997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191148019567800194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpnrLPr4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/jiH-zHppfQs/s320/DSC03997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on the hunt for humans to model some of my jewelry and/or art for an upcoming VenusZine issue, and that was when I came across these two splendiferous characters. Greta and Roseanne are modern ladies who enjoy card games, parlour tricks and cheap wine. They love living in my studio with me, especially on the cold evenings when I have the heater on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am moving into one of my favorite mediums on earth...recycled bits. Functional art made out of concrete forms and fancy wall art made out of vintage book covers are now on my etsy site &lt;a href="http://www.zoradelldesigns.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.zoradelldesigns.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I've incorporated some of my drawings into the artwork and will be rightly pleased when someone else appreciates the notation of Fops and Dandys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather has been most fickle this week....it went from 70 to 40 in no time flat. The sun brought out so much inspiration for me this past week, I'm hoping for more of it in the coming days. Also, I've been discovering the music of Nick Cave and the writing of J.K. Rowling, way after everyone else discovered it. But, for me, in my moment, they are quite enjoyable. Also playing in my studio are Bessie Smith and Joy Division. Currently reading The Circus Age by Janet Davis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-8735505302752494789?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/8735505302752494789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=8735505302752494789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8735505302752494789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8735505302752494789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/04/splendiferous.html' title='Splendiferous'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqp0rLPr5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/9okygVQ5Wc0/s72-c/DSC04000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-798816147292574283</id><published>2008-04-03T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:41:06.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modigliani, Hell and Bellingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R_TB6d1B9ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3g9NQFYYWSI/s1600-h/il_430xN_22931991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184982281193911698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R_TB6d1B9ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3g9NQFYYWSI/s320/il_430xN_22931991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R_S8491B9YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M4r_tBqYlxg/s1600-h/il_430xN_22546129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184976757865969026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R_S8491B9YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M4r_tBqYlxg/s320/il_430xN_22546129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me take this moment, into the wee hours of the morning, to give you a quote by Charlie Chaplin: "Nothing is forever in this wicked world, not even our troubles." And there is my new favorite quote of all time by Jean-Paul Sartre "Hell is other people". These quote buttons and more can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.nouveaumotley.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.nouveaumotley.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished a collection of paintings recently. One, above, entitled "Arabella Strange", inspired by the character of the same name in the fabulous Susanna Clarke book "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell". Last night, I also finished another works of hers, "The Ladies of Grace Adieu" which was equally entertaining. In my collection are also paintings inspired by Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen, Harry Potter "Deathly Hallows" and the various musings inside my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both my mother and I broke into tears at the end of the movie Modigliani, starring Andy Garcia as Amadeo Modigliani, a famous Jewish/Italian painter. I wish I had come up with the line "When I know your soul, I will paint your eyes". Hence, the reason, he painted so many women (naked and otherwise), but you will notice, that most all have blank holes for eyes. He was a bit disturbed and I'm sure that is why I like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend, Dad and I enjoyed a Scandinavian hoopla for my Grandmother's 91st birthday in Bellingham. The weather change is so drastic once you get to that side of the mountains, I was in awe at the snow and the pouring rain. Made my bones ache. Thankfully, there was plenty of yummy beer at Boundary Bay to warm me up. I found myself thinking, "Gosh, there are a lot of 'kids' around here". Now, everyone under 25 has become a "kid" to me. What the hell is happening??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had been nearly 10 years since I had flipped through Grandpa's collection of Ole and Lena jokes. One of my favorites: "How do you know a gay Swede? Well, the straight one likes butter and the gay one likes Ole." or Neighbor: "My wife is in bed with laryngitis" Ole: "Is that Greek back in town again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-798816147292574283?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/798816147292574283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=798816147292574283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/798816147292574283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/798816147292574283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/04/modigliani-hell-and-bellingham.html' title='Modigliani, Hell and Bellingham'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R_TB6d1B9ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3g9NQFYYWSI/s72-c/il_430xN_22931991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-6699349090829132180</id><published>2008-03-20T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:26:00.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The La La Theory and trips to the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R-KJi91B9WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/79-4Khw0ZFE/s1600-h/il_430xN_22228362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179853755235038562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R-KJi91B9WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/79-4Khw0ZFE/s320/il_430xN_22228362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R-KI391B9VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gWJ9UP-Mpmk/s1600-h/il_430xN_19985375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179853016500663634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R-KI391B9VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gWJ9UP-Mpmk/s320/il_430xN_19985375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R-KIw91B9UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/81BT4oOnJZE/s1600-h/il_430xN_22227259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179852896241579330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R-KIw91B9UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/81BT4oOnJZE/s320/il_430xN_22227259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being a cantankerous little hermit; I get to do so much traveling in my head. If I could travel (in the "moving" kind of sense), at this moment, I do believe I would choose to travel to the past. Just for a bit. Not my past...not to fix anything....that is too boring and sounds a lot like work. No, no....I mean far past, like when-I-was- not-here past. I recently finished &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R-KIft1B9TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X6EO8eGmVYY/s1600-h/il_430xN_19436399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179852599888835890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R-KIft1B9TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X6EO8eGmVYY/s320/il_430xN_19436399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the most charming book, Water for Elephants by Sara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gruen&lt;/span&gt;. There were plenty of moments when I did not think it was charming, because someone was not treating a particular circus elephant too well, but the smartly woven characters sucked me in. I also finished up a few engaging zines by Katie from The La La Theory and I am now a zine-fanatic. Zine, zine, zine....zine this and zine that, everything a Zine. If you ever want a quick, intelligent read, stop by her store at &lt;a href="http://www.thelalatheory.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.thelalatheory.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I hope to buy a few of each up and give them as gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently in love with a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; items including these: an old photo of the Barnum and Bailey train in Santa Cruz, red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spatz&lt;/span&gt; (which I don't think I would ever wear, but think the idea and the look is oh so clever), and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;handbound&lt;/span&gt;, leather journal with recycled pages made in the Medieval style of bookbinding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently working on a few big paintings and Twilight (my own wee novel). I think I might also write a zine or two....about talking cats, spider monkeys and garden bugs made out of recycled bits.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently reading The History of Love by Nicole Krauss, currently listening to the last Harry Potter book on audio cd and Anoushka Shankar...... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-6699349090829132180?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/6699349090829132180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=6699349090829132180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/6699349090829132180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/6699349090829132180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-la-theory-and-trips-to-circus.html' title='The La La Theory and trips to the past'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R-KJi91B9WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/79-4Khw0ZFE/s72-c/il_430xN_22228362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-6505516870813880064</id><published>2008-03-06T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T04:11:08.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoradell's Flying Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R8_cIiuGnpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hcvyBgWIf3g/s1600-h/DSC03404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174596536189230738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R8_cIiuGnpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hcvyBgWIf3g/s320/DSC03404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R8_b1iuGnoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6HvmrcknWGc/s1600-h/DSC03437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174596209771716226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R8_b1iuGnoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6HvmrcknWGc/s320/DSC03437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R8_bfiuGnnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VgD0xtJi1is/s1600-h/nomad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174595831814594162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R8_bfiuGnnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VgD0xtJi1is/s320/nomad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many days of the soundest, deepest sleep, I found myself awake at 3:00AM, ready for it to be an appropriate time so that I could start my day. It is during these strange body clock blips that I find it is best to take to blogging. Also, I feel that sleep can be such an idle thing lately, especially when there is so much art to do and so many books to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, after a full day of unfiltered creative bliss, I finished my Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell audiobook and loved it so much, I thought I might want to listen to it again the following week. But, how can I justify such a thing when there are so many audiobooks to listen to?? Susanna Clarke is now a favorite author, but I get the feeling through her characters that she does not favor cats, which is unfortunate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are only a scant few of the many projects I've been working on. A bracelet from the Nomad collection, consisting of beads that have been traded, traveled and adored (thank you Mary from Maine for giving me a new love for African trade beads), Benzini the Great rings and a painting-without-a-name that is still a work in progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recieved a large shipment of beads from FMG and loads of vintage beads and baubles from Etsy. Perhaps that is why I can't sleep; because I know they are in my studio and they want to "be" something. I finished the first Gunslinger book and decided not to move on with the series for now, but I am reading Water for Elephants and find there are moments when I would rather starve than put it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is slowly creeping on spring and I am sure I'll have lots of fun stories for you because spring tends to be so magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-6505516870813880064?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/6505516870813880064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=6505516870813880064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/6505516870813880064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/6505516870813880064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/03/zoradells-flying-circus.html' title='Zoradell&apos;s Flying Circus'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R8_cIiuGnpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hcvyBgWIf3g/s72-c/DSC03404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-7264338717169884597</id><published>2008-02-25T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T05:42:46.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How soon is now?</title><content type='html'>It is a wee bit early for me, but my eyes popped open an hour ago so I decided to begin my coffee seduction early.  My studio is such a magical place to be lately that I can barely manage to part with it at night, then I dream about it, then I wake up eary and come back to it with an energy that makes it feel like the first time.  Maybe it's like being in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to the audiobook Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel by Susanna Clarke, the words and creativity of which has found it's way into my creations.  I am also recently obsessed with the music group Band of Horses and can't seem to hear enough of them.  On the old fashioned book end, I am working my way through the Dark Tower series by Stephen King and I often look up from my desk to see Roland the gunslinger watching me through the window. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered some fabulous baubles and studio staples from Etsy a few days ago and ache to find them in my mail.  Included in the bunch are some vintage lucite beads and buttons, hand dipped incense, loose leaf midori green tea, and one-of-a-kind glass bead and ring from my favorite glass diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can bet your socks that I'll have some lovely new items to offer soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-7264338717169884597?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/7264338717169884597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=7264338717169884597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7264338717169884597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7264338717169884597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-soon-is-now.html' title='How soon is now?'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-4497529289979835472</id><published>2008-02-11T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:10:21.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j1/aappleton218/classicmisc1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=susan__between_takes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Susan Sarandon" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j1/aappleton218/classicmisc1/susan__between_takes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently had the pleasure of watching the film Bernard and Doris and believe that it has squished itself into my top five movies of all time.  Susan Sarandon and Ralph Fiennes are wicked good in their roles as a wealthy, eccentric heiress and her devoted butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the realization at the end of the film that what I need, above any sort of relationship, is a Butler. The wealth and cellar full of booze would be nice, too, but they are merely an afterthought compared to the joy of a butler. I am content in knowing that this is what I want and I shall never rest until I get it. It doesn't matter male or female, gay or straight; if you have seen the movie and would like to be my butler, I am currently taking applications. I can't pay you money, of course, but I do have a collection Garbage Pail Kids that I could spare, or perhaps we could work out a trade some other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am currently working on a collection of jewelry inspired by Susan Sarandon's character, Doris and another collection inspired by characters from my own "novel in progress" called "Twilight". Pictures soon to come......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-4497529289979835472?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/4497529289979835472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=4497529289979835472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/4497529289979835472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/4497529289979835472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-recently-had-pleasure-of-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j1/aappleton218/classicmisc1/th_susan__between_takes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-5633396719196748226</id><published>2008-02-04T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:39:50.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to the romance of chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R6dJt8Q07XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/a1i2b2sDp2o/s1600-h/Love+with+tear+us+apart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163176551423208818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R6dJt8Q07XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/a1i2b2sDp2o/s320/Love+with+tear+us+apart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't think of anything better than layers and layers of chain. I spent an afternoon listening to some old Joy Division and their song "Love will tear us apart" sounded to me like the perfect name for this piece. Being that it is soon Valentines Day and all, I thought I would get into the spirit of things as best as I could. I think I should follow up this piece with a pair of earrings to match called "Don't kill the messenger" with a fat little cupid and some dramatic chain that falls shoulder length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Seattle for the Gift Show market this weekend and found a few hot tidbits that will be a fun surprise for clients at our Prosser store. And I found the most wonderful collection of beads and vintage baubles....I can hardly wait to create and picture take and post for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore Seattle, but it was particularly cold and miserable this weekend, with an extra special side of rude. Poor mother got sick and I found a hair floating in the fresh soy foam of my coffee, but there were definately some much appreciated highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special note for this picture: it is sitting on a garden mushroom, created by my father the Junkman, out of some odd recycled findings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-5633396719196748226?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/5633396719196748226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=5633396719196748226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/5633396719196748226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/5633396719196748226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/02/ode-to-romance-of-chains.html' title='An ode to the romance of chains'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R6dJt8Q07XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/a1i2b2sDp2o/s72-c/Love+with+tear+us+apart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-2419252173713724053</id><published>2008-01-31T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:31:06.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When to create great things</title><content type='html'>Having something note worthy to post in a blog today was on my mind this afternoon.  I finished no projects, although I did start a few and had brief thoughts about finishing others.  I worked at the shop, got a haircut, and watched a movie that I did not expect to like.  The name of the flick was "Art School", I believe, and there were the most amazing actors popping up all over the screen.  John Malkovich, for one.  And a plethera of others that I will let you uncover when and if you choose to watch it.  One character is an aging, alcoholic who attended art school, but ended up with none of the fortune and fame that he had hoped for.  In the film, he is always shown looking horrid, wearing stained clothes and drinking straight alcohol from a paper cup.  One young art student comes to him for advice (I know, it sounds odd, but you just have to see it) and one tidbit the old man gives him is, "The only time you will be able to create something great is when you don't care if you live or die." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He further points out that a real artist doesn't do it for the parties or the people or the wine, but for those "narcotic moments" when you know you are creating something good....those moments might happen every week or just once in a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As silly as the movie is, it is a diamond bag full of quotes.  And there is nothing I appreciate more than a movie full of quotes worth repeating and in this case, worth living by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-2419252173713724053?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/2419252173713724053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=2419252173713724053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/2419252173713724053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/2419252173713724053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-to-create-great-things.html' title='When to create great things'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-3943391516165931916</id><published>2008-01-22T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:31:01.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath Ledger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s143.photobucket.com/albums/r160/onehecant4get/?action=view&amp;amp;current=heath_ledger.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="heath ledger" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r160/onehecant4get/heath_ledger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just came back from a day of errands, fixing paintings for Olsen Estates and a studio meeting to find out that Heath Ledger died. I am so upset. I thought he was a wonderful person and actor (even if he hadn't done Brokeback....but that role didn't hurt). I've always had this empathy for famous people....the ones who you can tell really don't want to be famous. I wonder what happened to him, what made him so sad that he felt he needed to take a handful of pills and fall asleep forever. Or, did he even mean to?  I wonder what was missing for him...or what he had too much of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but picture him singing his own rendition of "Let me love you" as he trotted down the bandstands in "10 Things I Hate About You". He will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-3943391516165931916?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/3943391516165931916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=3943391516165931916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3943391516165931916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3943391516165931916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger.html' title='Heath Ledger'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-68844170122550074</id><published>2008-01-16T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:31:31.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January blues...and blows</title><content type='html'>For lack of a better term, January kind of blows.  Well, ok, maybe it doesn't completely always blow.....especially at the end of the month when it is my birthday ;).  If you are reading this and you are not familiar with Eastern Washington winters, I'll let you in on the truth about this wee haven; it gets so dry and cold, there are moments you fear your eyes might freeze shut and the skin on your face feels like it will crack right open if you so much as twitch your nose or move your lips to talk.  Even western Washington winters can be warmer, albiet their winters do last for about 10 months and ours are only two....so I guess I should put a button on my pie hole about it.  It is just that I forgot my gloves today and my little hands felt so arthritic (tho I don't have arthritis), parched and....old.  I had a daydream about lathering them in shea butter and sticking them in some heated mittens while sitting in front of tube watching a John Wayne marathon.  When I had the daydream in the morning, I was sitting there sipping a delicate cup of green tea with a wedge of vegan chocolate cake.  As the day progressed, my beverage of choice became a glass of wine the size of my head and...I don't think there was any food......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to turn the heat on early in my studio tomorrow so I can grip my pliers without any freezing of my precious digits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-68844170122550074?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/68844170122550074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=68844170122550074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/68844170122550074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/68844170122550074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-bluesand-blows.html' title='January blues...and blows'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-7255359501692768467</id><published>2008-01-13T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:20:36.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R4pWa47lvqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SNVddSyuGY4/s1600-h/MakeArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155027743437864610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R4pWa47lvqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SNVddSyuGY4/s320/MakeArt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-7255359501692768467?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/7255359501692768467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=7255359501692768467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7255359501692768467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7255359501692768467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R4pWa47lvqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SNVddSyuGY4/s72-c/MakeArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-6737479676696199479</id><published>2008-01-08T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:37:40.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter and snow in your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R4RdnI7lvoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BwdP51utxQo/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153346800612392578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R4RdnI7lvoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BwdP51utxQo/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Christmas is over, but all of this winter wonderland around me lately has me thinking about Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney crooning out "I want to wash my face my hands my hair in snow....". Mom and I returned from our fabulous trip to the Portland Gift Show today, where we found some new odds and ends for the store. We had the best time! The show was great and we stayed overnight at Edgefield (which is always a treat) and the beds were so comfy! If you ever go there to eat, don't pass up the wine sampler....I believe they were all my "new favorites". I had a chance to go Cargo in the Pearl District and purchased some wonderful beads and can't wait to bring them into my studio tomorrow for another viewing. That place is a mansion of eye candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, we fell into 3 hours of fresh snow that left us yelping for our lives at certain bends in the road and near large, splashing trucks. I can't help but be inspired by the spindly, dark trees against a cold, grey sky with the fluffy white snow falling in sheets. I realize that this is no time to be inspired by winter; it's all about spring now, baby! But, perhaps I will do some artwork that is an "ode to winter", with inspiration from the lyrics also sung by Rosemary Clooney, "To send me a joe who had winter and snow in his heart wasn't smart, love; you didn't do right by me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-6737479676696199479?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/6737479676696199479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=6737479676696199479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/6737479676696199479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/6737479676696199479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-and-snow-in-your-heart.html' title='Winter and snow in your heart'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R4RdnI7lvoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BwdP51utxQo/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-5543429046541037019</id><published>2007-12-30T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T10:28:39.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R3fgP47lvnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LT6xt5X-wj8/s1600-h/Amber-Lights.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149831262506434162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R3fgP47lvnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LT6xt5X-wj8/s320/Amber-Lights.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhhh....the clouds have lifted and I am now able to comprehend the language of managing a website.  In the past couple days, I sit in front of this computer and squeeze myself with glee because I'm just so darn proud of myself.  The next step will be making this very blog a little cuter for you all....I promise it will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I visited Ornamentea's website and blog because I can't get enough of their fabulous baubles.  And gee wiz....their blog is nice.  There were so many insightful things being said and so many great pictures....ah *sigh*....i'll make it there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been content to paint like a mad woman lately...now that everything has slowed down a bit.  This most recent one, Amber Lights, also knows as North China Sea, was completed a few days ago.  The newest piece I am working on (while listening to The Labrynth by Kate Mosse on audio CD), is a yummy layer upon layer of dark blues and purples....so dreamy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big handful of my art is still up at Olsen Estates Winery, I think you can see them there for a bit longer.  Also, don't forget to check out Airfield Winery.....I did two commission pieces for them that sit happily in the mens and ladies potty rooms ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go to Kennewick this week, find that wellness center (forgive me, I can't recal the name), and sit in their Infrared sauna for a while.  It will be nice to burn/sweat this computer ache out of my muscles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of your Holidays were wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-5543429046541037019?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/5543429046541037019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=5543429046541037019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/5543429046541037019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/5543429046541037019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/12/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R3fgP47lvnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LT6xt5X-wj8/s72-c/Amber-Lights.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-8262059430339529258</id><published>2007-12-23T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:39:23.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our troubles will be far away....</title><content type='html'>Have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be light&lt;br /&gt;From now on, our troubles will be out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Make the Yuletide gay&lt;br /&gt;From now on, our troubles will be far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, as in olden days&lt;br /&gt;Happy golden days of your&lt;br /&gt;Faithful friends who are dear to us&lt;br /&gt;Gather near to us&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, we all will be together&lt;br /&gt;If the fates allow&lt;br /&gt;Hang a shining star upon the highest bough&lt;br /&gt;And have yourself a merry little Christmas now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-8262059430339529258?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/8262059430339529258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=8262059430339529258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8262059430339529258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8262059430339529258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-have-to-muddle-through-somehow.html' title='Our troubles will be far away....'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-751010746472989116</id><published>2007-12-17T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:39:25.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R2d28I7lvkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aM2nLsB6Ag/s1600-h/cracked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145211874855730754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R2d28I7lvkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aM2nLsB6Ag/s320/cracked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned yet that managing my website and, therefore, sitting in front of a computer for hours on end is quite painful?? I only say that because of all the web-based learning I've had to do lately. I'm trying to keep my posture, but I feel like I've developed scoliosis....or some type of permanet curving of the spine. Then, suddenly, in a moment of hypochondria, just as I was sure I had suddenly become a hunch-back-with-a-jutting neck for good....I realized I hadn't blogged lately. And I couldn't think of a more fitting necklace than my fabulous "Cracked but not Broken" piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will run out into the open air like a little school girl and venture into the Tri-Cities for some Christmas shopping and to visit the new Bikram Yoga Studio on Canal Drive. I'm thinking I might even take a class at the end of the day.....oh, my withered spine says Yes, Yes, please take me to yoga.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-751010746472989116?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/751010746472989116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=751010746472989116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/751010746472989116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/751010746472989116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/12/cracked.html' title='Cracked'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R2d28I7lvkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aM2nLsB6Ag/s72-c/cracked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-7539689057504256508</id><published>2007-12-06T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:03:10.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R1i2UjINphI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Nm6i7b4kpVg/s1600-h/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141059438786749970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R1i2UjINphI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Nm6i7b4kpVg/s320/DSC02409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the process of making this kitchy coasters, I realized how much I love the term and how I need to use it to describe people more often. I found some glitter gold and silver paper at my favorite craft store that I am completely crazy about.....I want to use it for everything! I made some vintage bicycle coasters for some family members....what better to make for some lovable drunks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so inlove with the creative process I have been going through lately, I've been coming up with the greatest stuff. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but to me, it really is great. I obsess all day long in my studio, work my self up into a frenzy and can't get enough. I'm sure it has something to do with the time of year; night time is the right time for this little Swede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-7539689057504256508?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/7539689057504256508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=7539689057504256508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7539689057504256508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7539689057504256508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-process-of-making-this-kitchy.html' title='Knobby'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R1i2UjINphI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Nm6i7b4kpVg/s72-c/DSC02409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-8610427134067328987</id><published>2007-12-02T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:39:21.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoot Hoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R1Mj3DINpgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MRqvBsKypV4/s1600-R/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139491028399400450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R1Mj3DINpgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RkieqVmV2cY/s320/DSC02279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamination is my new addiction....I have to laminate everything lately. I laminated this owl picture and put some spooky Swarvoski crystals for eyes. I put a couple of my laminated pieces on Etsy....I'm dying to put them on my site, but until I learn the administration in and outs from my web lady (which will happen Dec 12!!!!!), I just have to be patient and let her list/correct things as she can. It is through this experience that I've realized what a control freak I truly am....especially when it comes to my sweet little jewels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It snowed today!!! Oh, man, it was a beautiful, fluffy, snowman kind of snow! I caught some flakes on my tongue and listened to some Bing Crosby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finalized, paid for and sent my ad to Bust a few days ago! I can't wait for January 22 when their March/Feb issue comes out and can see Zoradell Designs in my favorite mag ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-8610427134067328987?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/8610427134067328987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=8610427134067328987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8610427134067328987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8610427134067328987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoot-hoot.html' title='Hoot Hoot'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R1Mj3DINpgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RkieqVmV2cY/s72-c/DSC02279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-3123727766164072020</id><published>2007-11-30T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:12:47.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottle caps and snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R1B5mBqUbGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iIvhavpQg4A/s1600-R/what+a+whore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138740869017660514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R1B5mBqUbGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jEAKdKBPPGg/s320/what+a+whore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made a bunch of new bottle cap rings, I named this one "What a Whore"... They'll be on my website by the end of next week, hopefully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is snowing in Mabton....almost six inches already! I'm burning a pine scented candle and hanging large plastic snowflakes on the window sill. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to January for the first time ever. In the past, I've viewed it as this horribly blah month that my birthday just happens to be at the end of. But, I guess I'm older now and kinda looking forward to relax and focus on making lots of things for spring shows. Maybe I'll get some good audio books from Santa and then I can super duper enjoy all of the studio time I plan to put in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-3123727766164072020?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/3123727766164072020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=3123727766164072020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3123727766164072020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3123727766164072020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/11/bottle-caps-and-snow.html' title='Bottle caps and snow'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R1B5mBqUbGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jEAKdKBPPGg/s72-c/what+a+whore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-1252766788435475646</id><published>2007-11-26T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:31:30.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Like my Moustache??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R0tHWoCfvUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZggRPrFcquk/s1600-h/il_430xN_14372626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137278253976763714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R0tHWoCfvUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZggRPrFcquk/s320/il_430xN_14372626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently purchased this "disguised" wallet from Bumblesandlu on Etsy and I can't wait to get my hands on it. When I don't want to pay for my canned olives at the checkout stand, do I just hold the wallet in front of my face and chuckle menacingly?? I'll give it a try and let you know how it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, my weekend was great! I have half of my Christmas shopping done (including the things for Mother, since she is the hardest to buy for), I listed some new items on Etsy, wire-wrapped myself into a frenzy trying out some new designs and fussed over the add I want to do for the VenusZine spring and summer issues. Can't believe it is already time to think about spring and summer!! By January, I hope to have a sturdy plan for the shows I will be doing. Hope it is more than two. Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-1252766788435475646?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/1252766788435475646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=1252766788435475646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/1252766788435475646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/1252766788435475646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-you-like-my-moustache.html' title='Do You Like my Moustache??'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R0tHWoCfvUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZggRPrFcquk/s72-c/il_430xN_14372626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-1032297283210578844</id><published>2007-11-22T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:26:18.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofurky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R0W6DiVeo2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/BmBHEKCrgDQ/s1600-h/DSC00440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135715520005186402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R0W6DiVeo2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/BmBHEKCrgDQ/s320/DSC00440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING! I am  smelling mom's yummy baked goods and giving love to all of the animals....especially my baby Oliver. Oh, boy he is so fat. He loves to snuggle me at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be at the store with mom tomorrow for most of the day. I hope it is busy and I hope lots of people want their gifts wrapped....I love to wrap! Seriously. I can't think of anything that gets me more in the mood than strapping packages with pretty bows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a different note....what's the deal with everyone eating meat for Thanksgiving?? There's nothing like dead bird breath. I wonder who else out there is having a fabulous vegetarian feast like me. And who wants to get up at the crack of dawn and go to Target tomorrow?? Why not just pour yourself a cup of joe, stay at home and buy all of your gifts on Etsy. Better yet, piss all of the materialistic people off on your list and donate money in their name to the ASPCA and save a life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-1032297283210578844?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/1032297283210578844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=1032297283210578844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/1032297283210578844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/1032297283210578844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/11/tofurky-day.html' title='Tofurky Day'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R0W6DiVeo2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/BmBHEKCrgDQ/s72-c/DSC00440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-3915321943593113388</id><published>2007-11-19T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:11:36.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R0IFvCVeo1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Do5HSURI-K8/s1600-h/Under+the+Surface.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134672830794736466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R0IFvCVeo1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Do5HSURI-K8/s320/Under+the+Surface.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh...I spent some much needed time yesterday to zone out and take a drive while in Seattle. I enjoyed the festive food samples and atmosphere at my favorite Whole Foods in the U District, then I trolled the local book store magazine rack for a few yummy items. I ended up with many of the mags I buy fairly regulary, with the addition of Curve which turned out to be quite a lovely read. Venuszine, Bust, Adorn and Cloth-Paper-Scissors are the volumes that usually find themselves under my arm when I head for the checkout....so I posed the question to myself, Why don't I just subscribe?? Then I realized that it is the ritual of surfing through everything on the rack with a hot coffee in hand that I cherish most of all, how could I give that up for the convienence of having them delivered to my front door??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Under the Surface", the piece above, will be traveling across the mountains with me in three days to visit it's lovely foster home, Hopfengarten Gallery. Maybe someone will give it a real home some day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-3915321943593113388?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/3915321943593113388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=3915321943593113388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3915321943593113388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3915321943593113388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-off.html' title='A day off'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/R0IFvCVeo1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Do5HSURI-K8/s72-c/Under+the+Surface.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-3205491489783592188</id><published>2007-11-17T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:10:58.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/Rz91YyVeoxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JAmbbAJRK5M/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133951168914826002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/Rz91YyVeoxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JAmbbAJRK5M/s320/DSC01762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was making some crazy things this morning, daydreaming about Thanksgiving, (my mother cooks up a mean Tofurky and vegetarian feast) to relax and help out at the store. I LOVE THIS TIME OF YEAR! Some would say I am a slice of bread short of a sandwich, but I love everything about it. There are the obvious reasons, like family, gifts, sparkly things, the smell of pine, fireplaces, food, etc....but I also love it because of daylight savings time. I do my best work from dusk to midnight...so the creativity is really flowin' now baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a somber note, I had a dear, dear friend try to commit suicide on Tuesday. She is recovering at Harborview, where I went to visit her yesterday. She is just such a Beautiful Wreck , and I made the above piece and named it with her in mind. Life is so precious, my Beautiful Wreck, I Hope you realize that now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-3205491489783592188?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/3205491489783592188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=3205491489783592188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3205491489783592188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3205491489783592188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/11/beautiful-wreck.html' title='Beautiful Wreck'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/Rz91YyVeoxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JAmbbAJRK5M/s72-c/DSC01762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-5676479912718084661</id><published>2007-11-16T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:26:37.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Shuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/Rz3ReSVeovI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d89o2gVtGZ0/s1600-h/Ma+Shuga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133489468520440562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/Rz3ReSVeovI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d89o2gVtGZ0/s320/Ma+Shuga.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised, here is just one result from the sweet bubblegum trinkets I rescued yesterday.  I call these beauties "Ma Shuga".....also available in yellow and pink (all soon to be available on Etsy and my own site).  I worked into the wee hours last night, painting and making what ended up being a bunch of Valentines jewelry, although that was not my intention starting out.  Oh, well, Mother always said it is never wrong to start getting ready for a holiday months in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping to do the Ballard market this Sunday...unless we get rained out.  I love being in the rain, of course, but I don't know if my paintings like it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-5676479912718084661?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/5676479912718084661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=5676479912718084661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/5676479912718084661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/5676479912718084661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/11/ma-shuga.html' title='Ma Shuga'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/Rz3ReSVeovI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d89o2gVtGZ0/s72-c/Ma+Shuga.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-8673416356271183462</id><published>2007-11-15T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:06:49.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt</title><content type='html'>I had this crazy wonderful experience today while tooling around in my new favorite antique store. I've passed by it several times and always wondered about what delicious trinkets I might find, but I've been recently disappointed with antique venues, so I put off checking it out until today.&lt;br /&gt;As I scooped up packets of unique vintage buttons, vintage brass letters and a jar of 50-some bubble gum charms, I felt a very familiar glee coat my insides. There were also vintage boardgames and books galore....but I was short on time and glad to have something to dive into for the next trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to create something fabulous with my items today and will post a pic here asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-8673416356271183462?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/8673416356271183462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=8673416356271183462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8673416356271183462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8673416356271183462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/11/treasure-hunt.html' title='Treasure Hunt'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-8868916372163980306</id><published>2007-11-14T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:15:20.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzanne Gonsalez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RzuN_fPMP0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2m-7rXJLXK4/s1600-h/il_430xN_9460902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132852322175303490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RzuN_fPMP0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2m-7rXJLXK4/s320/il_430xN_9460902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I fell in love with the artwork of Suzanne Gonsalez durning a recent spin on Etsy. This is her piece to the left and you can find more of her work on her Ravenwolf store on Etsy. I believe she lives in the midwest now but....what a small world....she is from Yakima, Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple days, instead of listening to my usual audio books or retro punk music while I create, I have been watching reruns of I Love New York.....what a trainwreck! I love it! I must say, that Tiffany is such a mad woman, how could you not love her??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-8868916372163980306?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/8868916372163980306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=8868916372163980306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8868916372163980306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/8868916372163980306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/11/suzanne-gonsalez.html' title='Suzanne Gonsalez'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RzuN_fPMP0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2m-7rXJLXK4/s72-c/il_430xN_9460902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-6423697272527300817</id><published>2007-11-13T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:08:59.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RznwAstmIbI/AAAAAAAAADM/KLpTDI3fwew/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132397145158459826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RznwAstmIbI/AAAAAAAAADM/KLpTDI3fwew/s320/DSC01617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My website has officially been up and running for two days now! It is just so fabulous I can't stop looking at it. Sure, I am not the best picture taker in the world, but I sure do know how to make things ;). Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.zoradelldesigns.com/"&gt;http://www.zoradelldesigns.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I will soon have a link from there to here, so stay tuned.  Oh, and I can't forget Etsy!  I also have a few things on Etsy.....because I absolutely love being a part of what they do.  &lt;a href="http://www.zoradell.etsy.com/"&gt;www.zoradell.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-6423697272527300817?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/6423697272527300817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=6423697272527300817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/6423697272527300817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/6423697272527300817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/11/website.html' title='Website'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RznwAstmIbI/AAAAAAAAADM/KLpTDI3fwew/s72-c/DSC01617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-7310875923435909649</id><published>2007-10-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:37:11.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RyY1vK9-znI/AAAAAAAAACs/CO6k4sSa6Q8/s1600-h/msl_oct06_15yr_silhouette_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126844310322335346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RyY1vK9-znI/AAAAAAAAACs/CO6k4sSa6Q8/s320/msl_oct06_15yr_silhouette_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you how much I love Martha Stewart?? No matter what everyone says, it pleases me to no end when I browse her site to see what's cookin'....especially during the holidays.  These carved pumpkins can also pose as home made stamps for collage art!  Yay Martha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-7310875923435909649?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/7310875923435909649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=7310875923435909649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7310875923435909649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7310875923435909649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-martha.html' title='My Martha'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RyY1vK9-znI/AAAAAAAAACs/CO6k4sSa6Q8/s72-c/msl_oct06_15yr_silhouette_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-7244207752352408109</id><published>2007-10-29T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:26:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann Baldwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RyYymK9-zmI/AAAAAAAAACk/i90_c6p-Et0/s1600-h/Calculations2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126840857168629346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RyYymK9-zmI/AAAAAAAAACk/i90_c6p-Et0/s320/Calculations2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved her work, but recently I find I am obsessed with the world of Ann Baldwin. I lose myself in her pieces; there are so many rich colors and strange lines to follow, so many places of interest. I wanted to pick a "favorite" to post here, but such a thing is hard to come by. This piece, entitled "Calculations II" suits my mood today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-7244207752352408109?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/7244207752352408109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=7244207752352408109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7244207752352408109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/7244207752352408109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/10/ann-baldwin.html' title='Ann Baldwin'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RyYymK9-zmI/AAAAAAAAACk/i90_c6p-Et0/s72-c/Calculations2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-5950149008433943847</id><published>2007-10-23T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:50:45.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/Rx6RqJvc76I/AAAAAAAAACM/5FaoHLZL67M/s1600-h/Ohm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124693579349684130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/Rx6RqJvc76I/AAAAAAAAACM/5FaoHLZL67M/s320/Ohm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was inspired yesterday to do several yoga related jewelry pieces from my extra special stash of bits and bobs. I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fabulous Vinyasa&lt;/span&gt; class yesterday, though it was much by mistake that I was in attendance. It was my assumption that every 4:30 class at my yoga studio was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bikram&lt;/span&gt; style, so it was a shock to find myself in the dreaded Downward Dog instead of the all to familiar Side Moon pose. This is  where I noticed an extra stab of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; in myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, even though I was very familiar with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vinyasa&lt;/span&gt; flow, it is not usually my yoga of choice (especially yesterday, it wasn't) and my body fully rejected the thought of something different when the lights in the studio came on and I realized that all the faces around me were not my familiar "4:30" folk. I found it interesting how irrational I became in my head....wanting to roll like a snowball into my mat and flow right out the door. I also noticed that standing still was seemingly unheard of for that class; I found reason to believe that my mat and towel were not straight, no matter how much I adjusted them, and there was no possible way I could continue on with the poses correctly unless my mat and towel were of a military standard sort of "straight". Silly, I know. And don't get me started on my water bottle; The upper right hand corner was too close to the person in front of me, the left corner was too far away from me and the lower right corner made my mat and towel not look straight. Call the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; police!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-5950149008433943847?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/5950149008433943847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=5950149008433943847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/5950149008433943847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/5950149008433943847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/10/obsessive.html' title='Obsessive'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/Rx6RqJvc76I/AAAAAAAAACM/5FaoHLZL67M/s72-c/Ohm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637590555423271424.post-3077019431835321596</id><published>2007-10-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:47:31.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Blog....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RxP-Z5vc72I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BFhkyjI6NmE/s1600-h/Star+Crossed+Lovers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121716922200420194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RxP-Z5vc72I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BFhkyjI6NmE/s320/Star+Crossed+Lovers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this bird. She is a little relaxed, a little angry and a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; woman. I call this one Star-Crossed Lovers, and it is a bit of a self portrait. Although, my eyebrows have never looked so good and I've never been able to grow my hair out. I am thinking, as I look at it, that it is more my mother, when she was my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My website will be up in the next couple of weeks. Thanks to Anita at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lolalu&lt;/span&gt; Design, the urgings of those closest to me and all the voices in my head. I am convinced that in a previous life I was a trinket peddler, possibly even one of Santa's dearly departed Elves, so setting up my little website &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corner shop&lt;/span&gt; feels like the most natural thing on earth. My mother is quite a "peddling" soul herself, I hope I do her proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637590555423271424-3077019431835321596?l=zoradell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/feeds/3077019431835321596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637590555423271424&amp;postID=3077019431835321596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3077019431835321596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637590555423271424/posts/default/3077019431835321596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoradell.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-blog.html' title='Let&apos;s Blog....'/><author><name>My Zoradell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05751174020747761411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/SAqpS7LPr3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lbs2KHVZO0E/S220/Vintage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY9EHfAhoCE/RxP-Z5vc72I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BFhkyjI6NmE/s72-c/Star+Crossed+Lovers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
