Try out my new online shop, give me a ring or e-mail, there is no need to be without jewellery this Christmas. But hurry only 6 days left. I will do what I can to make your dream come through. x
I am making some more Christmas presents, one busy week ahead. Who will they be for? Can't tell only the elves know. x
As October comes to an end, I like to share my October festival adventure. I went on a mission to remember and celebrate the life of my aunt Regina. She was my Godmother and passed away last spring as last of the elders of that side of the family.
She was my Dads only sister and she didn’t have children of her own. Because of that it was always a very special occasion to visit her, she had time for us and spoiled us up until her end.
For most of her life she lived far away from us in Bavaria, I only got to see her in the summer holidays.
I have the warmest memories of those magical holidays, I can even smell the hay drying in the hot summer sun, while we are walking to a lake close by to go for a paddle, or to the near by Forrest, to see if we could spot the deer and find some cooling shade between the tall trees.
My uncle Rudi was the manager of the estate, paradise for any little girl, with horse stables, riding arena, lots of space for exploring.
It was like a little self-sufficient fort about 5 min. from the next town. The workers had houses on one side, then a few horse owners lived on the estate, there was the main house and gardens of the owner a very strong widowed Lady, my auntie and uncle and across from them was a sculptor studio, which was extraordinary for me also. He had big bronze statues in the garden and I often just looked through the window to feast my eyes on all the amazing figures inside, each of them telling a story. In awe of his skill I would be afraid to talk to him, but could watch him work with my nose pressed against the long glass panels of his workspace.
My uncle managed the land, the cattle, the lake and he kept an eye on the Forrest and it’s balance too. That meant he would hunt deer, wild boars, hares and pheasants at certain times of the year, to keep numbers right.
For me it was normal at the time and game was a very special treat a delicacy we all enjoyed.
But why I am talking about that is: My auntie left her jewellery to me, traditional Bavarian Hunting Jewellery, to be worn with a “Dirndl” dress.
The picture shows the beautiful handmade necklace with golden oak leaves, branches and set in the middle like the acorn a pair of teeth, the top corner teeth of the German Red Deer (Grandeln). The darker the colouring the more sought after they are, it’s either an older stag or he was eating a special type of pine tree that stains the teeth. My uncle took great pride in his job and he was a skilled hunter.
This jewellery was also a romantic present to his wife, showing his love for her.
So with all that in mind, I wore my auntie Regina’s jewels and set out to Dublin to visit the October festival, thinking of all the nice memories, great childhood holidays amazing food and the smell of the hay that I wouldn’t have experienced, without my dear aunt. Thank you.
As the unicorn watches, new amazing things being made. After a great trip to Dublin last week, Design Yard stock is updated giving you the opportunity to see more of my work in the capital.
I like to highlight a very important part of my work today.
Reuse, Recycle, Revalue.
Using your old jewellery, the precious heirlooms from your auntie on your mother's side the one you have never worn, or broken chains, to small rings, anything preferably hallmarked. I can smelt it down and make something amazing solid, something pretty, beautiful out of it.
Something special, that is just for you. With the added bonus it is totally safe gold, fair trade, you have decluttered the house and can look forward to a new sparkling piece of jewellery. I can work in the gemstones from the old jewellery or find a new one that matches your ideas, in my vast collection of natures treasures.
Find your old gold today and bring it up to date, like this 70th brooch is now a 2012 pendant. Happy End.
Back from the home land, filled up with love and laughter, my families rooted strength to keep going and a lot of new ideas.
I was surprised to see somebody had been very busy working at my workbench.
Hope the little spiders and my ideas wont clash to much.
You are now first to see the freshly harvested exhibition pieces for this years Art’s Week, Kilkenny. Made by Hand.
An heirlooms journey,
This is the story of a ring.
A ring, that was given as a wedding promise, a promise of infinite love, worn through this brides, this young woman’s life until later in life, where she took to wearing her husbands ring, still infinite and round.
After she was swept away by her destiny, she would take with her the husbands ring treasuring their love, until they would meet again.
Her ring, that was left behind, was also treasured and kept by her husband in the dark depth of the safe vault, only looked at occasionally.
The pain of happy memories and lost opportunities was faced, now only the constant rise of the gold price marvelled at, Gold as a commodity, soulless and cold. It was only a ring, but the warm loving late wife stayed with him, like a jewel in his heart.
Years passed, now it was the husband’s time to say goodbye to life, leaving this earth. And the way it is when circumstances change. The mother’s ring became very important, for it was all that was left, holding the eternal love between lovers, all that had been close, all the love of their parents.
So the four glorious daughters decided to share the ring in 4 equal quarters. Each daughter also chooses a gemstone intuitively, the wish of her soul, to fashion the unique gift and memory of her parents.
It took four month for the time to be right and the inspiration to be fluid, with spirals healing the cuts, infinity making room in the now. Ancestors passing on miracles through time and space. All contracts resolved all pain healed, Fairies helped to keep the magic flow, all pendants were finished at the brightest, longest day in the year. Summer Solstice. Now as the lovers dance continues in the heavens, the jewels happily sitting together, holding the light and love for the daughters to wear, awaiting the great day, when we meet again as sisters celebrating being part of this amazing Universe.
Sharing our gifts and laughter and infinite love.
Die Reise eines Erbstücks,
Dies ist die Geschichte eines Ringes. Ein Ring der als ein Hochzeitsversprechen gegeben wurde, ein Versprechen unendlicher Liebe, Getragen über das Leben einer Braut einer jungen Frau, bis später in ihrem Leben, als sie den Ring ihres Mannes trug, immer noch unendlich und rund.
Nachdem sie genommen wurde von ihrem Schicksal, nahm sie ihres Mannes Ring mit sich, zum Zeichen ihrer geschätzten Liebe, bis sie sich wieder treffen würden.
Ihr Ring, der zurückblieb wurde auch sehr von ihrem Ehemann geschätzt und in der tiefen Dunkelheit des Gewölbes verschlossen im Safe aufbewahrt nur gelegentlich beschaut.
Dem Schmerz der glücklichen Erinnerungen und der verlorenen Gelegenheiten wurde ins Auge gesehen, nun war es nur noch der konstante Anstieg des Goldpreises der bewundert wurde. Gold als eine Wertanlage, seelenlos und kalt. Es war nur ein Ring, doch die warme, liebende, verstorbene Frau war bei ihm, wie ein Juwel in seinem Herzen.
Jahre vergingen, nun war es Zeit für den Ehemann auf Wiedersehen zum Leben zu sagen, diese Erde zu Verlassen. Und wie es so ist wenn sich Umstände ändern. Bekam dieser Ring, der Ring der Mutter sehr wichtig. Er war alles was übrig blieb, er hielt die immerwährende Liebe zweier Liebenden, alles was nah war, all die Liebe ihrer Eltern.
Die vier wunderbaren Töchter entschieden sich, den Ring in gleiche Viertel zu teilen. Jede Tochter suchte sich dazu intuitiv einen Stein aus, der Wunsch ihrer Seele, das einzigartige Geschenk und Erinnerung an ihre Eltern zu wirken.
Es brauchte Vier Monate, bevor die Zeit richtig war und die Inspiration floss, mit Spiralen, welche die Schnitte heilten. Unendlichkeit machte Platz im Jetzt. Ahnen reichen Wunder durch Zeit und Raum. Alle Verträge aufgelöst alle Schmerzen geheilt.
Die Feen halfen die Magie fließen zu lassen, alle Anhänger waren fertig zum hellsten und längsten Tag des Jahres. Sommersonnenwende. Nun führt sich der Tanz der Liebenden im Himmel fort. Der Schmuck sitzt glücklich zusammen, hält das Licht und die Liebe für die Töchter bereit. Erwartet den großen Tag, wenn wir uns als Schwestern wieder sehen und feiern, Teil dieses erstaunlichen Universums zu sein. Unsere Talente teilen und Miteinander lachen, grenzenlose Liebe fließt.