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Featured Shop ~ Unique Art Pendants

Posted in Artists and Shops, Etsy, tagged art, jewelry, Molly Spilane, Unique Art Pendants on February 6, 2012| 3 Comments »

I am so fortunate to live in Minnesota where there are so many talented artists and crafters. I was recently impressed with an artist from Richfield, MN who has one of the coolest shops in Etsy, Unique Art Pendants.

One of the reasons I like this shop so much is the vintage/nostalgia theme throughout. I’m very inspired by nostalgia and Molly’s shop is overflowing with vintage illustrations put to very creative use.

It’s hard to pick out a favorite, but this one is definitely in my top five…

Ouija Board Cuff Bracelet

If you’re scared of the Ouija Board (I know a few who are) perhaps you’d like to look at Molly’s vintage prints. A layered effect on old dictionary pages makes for beautiful artwork. Collect a variety from her offerings for a lovely focal point in your favorite room.

Art Print APPLES

I don’t know anyone who isn’t enamored with the sweetness of a locket. Molly has created precious pendants in which you can tuck away secret photos of your dearest. I especially like this one…

Locket-Alice In Wonderland

Unique Art Pendants is a wonderful place to shop for a gift or to adorn yourself with impressive, beautiful, funky, nostalgic pieces of wearable art. Congratulations on your success, Molly!

This article will soon be published on the HandmadeMN blog, a blog I’m sure you will enjoy. Not only do they publish my Featured Shop articles, there are lots of giveaways and interesting articles presented by many Minnesota artisans like me.

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Twenty-Minute Departure

Posted in Etsy, tagged Auntie B's Wax, bottle cap magnets, lighthouse on February 2, 2012| Leave a Comment »

The morning was darker than most, the air was thick with moist fog. My twenty-minute drive to work began. As I drove along the winding road through the swamp area by my house, the headlights piercing the heavy mist, my mind’s eye began to work, taking me back to a time in my imagination.

I sat on a weathered bench on the shore of the vast lake. Not a soul had wakened, it was only me and the seagulls. The water was still, at least more still than usual, except for the occasional ripple caused by a diving gull. The fog was heavy and gathered on my jacket.

As I sat alone in silence I could see the ghosts rise from the water, the lonely souls who made their living on the unforgiving water. They loved the sea, and the sea loved them enough to keep them in its midst forever.

The fog plays mysterious tricks on my mind, and as the ghosts rose so did they descend back into the blackness of the water. Off in the distance shines the pinpoint of warning from the lighthouse, and the desolate cry of the foghorn.