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New Listing and a Painting and a Mug Shot

Hi. I got a new phone for Christmas! This will be the second post I've made with it. I couldn't successfully do that on my old one, which is a bummer since it's such a convenient blogging and everything thing else imaginable miniature computer. Asimov would be proud.

So, using my fancy new phone, I've skipped the middleman of using the desktop for photo editing and listed something new to you in my Etsy shop:


 And I also made a painting the other day:


Conversation between me and my assistant manager the other day.

ASM: What have you been doing lately, Tamara?
Me: I just painted a lady being pelted by coffee beans and hiding under an umbrella.
ASM: I would have been using a bucket to collect them instead.

Maybe she's right. I used old gift cards for the background and based the composition off of a couple artists, one of them being Aaron Kraten. If you've never heard of him, check out his website. He's one of the few artists whose work I would love to own. ♡…

New Year, Late Blog

Ouch, did the holiday season hurt. Worse than the year before even. I think I marathon trained at least ten new employees and spent all of January recuperating.

I have, however, made over a dozen pieces in that time. I want to share one of them with you today.

Anybody who loves micro macrame may or may not have heard of Joan Babcock. If you have, you have probably seen this piece. It's a classic. It also happens to be a necklace that JD's penal Tanya thinks is something she would like to wear.

Now, I don't think I have made many pieces for complete strangers, but this was fun! Tanya was an exchange student at JD's high school. She recently sent us a Christmas gift box, so I decided to make her something in return.

Let me know what you think. I'm pretty proud of it. *Pats self on back.*



If you had told me several years ago that I would be duplicating this piece in beads, I would not have believed you. I'm glad I did though.

Viewing pleasure during the creation o…