Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

August 25, 2011

Travellers Copper Bracelet


Being an enthusiastic traveller always ready to strike out on an adventure I created a wide cuff bracelet in copper to honor my voyages to distant places.  I hand stamped each city and country that I remember fondly in my travels onto the surface of the cuff as a pleasant reminder of the places I have been and as a reminder of the places I have yet to go.

Our first Big Adventure together was in Cabos San Lucas in Mexico.  We were there on a company retreat and had the afternoon to ourselves with no scheduled activities planned so we took advantage of the opportunity for some sight seeing.  The rattle trap van had been rented to transport luggage from the airport to our hacienda and was our only available transportation for the day so we grabbed the keys and with map in hand, we climbed into the cargo van and were off on our Big Adventure.  For those of you unfamiliar with Mexico once you leave the tourist areas of Cabo San Lucas the roads become very narrow and the surrounding areas are desolate with only scrub brush and cactus as far as the eye can see.

Our destination was Todos Santos, an artist colony and the home to the famous Hotel California that the Eagles had written a song in tribute of in the 70's.  Welcome to the Hotel California, any time of year you will find us here...

The van was a bit more tragic than we had first thought and we began to wonder if we would make it to our destination without a break down.  There were no towns in between as we had anticipated just points of interest on a map.

We saw the occasional bony steer and an occasional donkey here and there.  I have no idea what they were eating as I couldn't see anything that a cow could survive on and no water for them to drink.  It was a bit alarming to be driving around a curve in the highway and see a long horned steer beside the road with no fences to keep them away from the highway.

We began to see burned out cars in ravines along the highway with shrines nearby for those that perished in the crash.  It seemed that when accidents happened the cars were left to rust where they lay.  It reminded me of the Mad Max movies I had seen starring Mel Gibson and Tina Turner.  We became even more suspicious of the steer and began to watch more closely for signs of them lest our rattle trap van end up along the highway joining the other abandoned vehicles laying in rust.

We arrived in Todos Santos without mishap and easily found the town center.  Anxious to get out of the van for a bit we parked and climbed out onto solid ground with a sigh of relief.  We found a flea market and purchased souvinirs, a coffee mug for Dan and a pottery vase for me.  We found no artist colony but we did find a cantina, where we purchased cervazas and took a seat under an umbrella out of the hot sun.  As we sat musing about where we might find the Hotel we looked across the street and there it was covered in vines.  The windows were boarded closed and a no trespassing sign was nailed across the front door.  It appeared that the hotel had been closed for quite some time.

It was a grand adventure and set the bar for our future adventures together.  Now we jokingly proclaim that we are off on another Big Adventure each time we leave for vacation.  Our trip involved staying in a beautiful hacienda on the coast, seeing whales, eating the best banana pancakes on the planet at the Palmilla, deep sea fishing, visiting Sammy Hagar's restaurant the Cabo Wabo and of course our adventure to Todos Santos.

I added Cabo to my bracelet along with New York City, Malta, Bahamas, Monaco, Italy, France, Florence, Nice, Chicago, Barcelona, Puerto Rico, Roma, Spain, Mexico, Marco Island, and Tuscany.  Just a smattering of my favorite places...

The Hotel California is now open once again and available for your next Big Adventure.

This customizeable bracelet is available for purchase in my etsy shop where you can add your favorite cities and countries to create your own personal Travellers Bracelet.

Thank you for visiting...

Blessings, Julie

March 20, 2011

Studio Space and Prairie Thistle Life


I have a confession, I love to get up before dawn, snuggle into my favorite chair with my pups, Angus and Molly, and a steaming cup of very strong coffee to write another posting for my Prairie Thistle Life blog.

Did I ever tell you why I chose Prairie Thistle Life as the title for my blog?  It goes something like this... My ancestors were Scottish, I have loved Joan of Arc since I was a little girl and I live in the prairie lands.  That's the simple explanation.

In the language of flowers, the thistle (like the burr) is an ancient Celtic symbol of nobility of character as well as of birth, for the wounding or provocation of a thistle yields punishment. For this reason the thistle is the symbol of the Order of the Thistle, a high chivalric order of Scotland.  The thistle is the national flower of Scotland.  It's kind of a "Don't Mess With Us" symbol of the feisty Scottish.

Joan of Arc was from the Order of the Thistle which was a symbol of the strong alliance between Scotland and France during the 100 Years War.  You will see the fleur d lis and the thistle intertwined with one another on her coat of arms.

The thistle, Jeanne de Arc, France, Scotland and the prairie have always been a strong influence in my life. 

My Studio design will include this theme as well and the crystal chandelier which is the first French element for the space.  The chandelier may or may not be French, but sparkling crystals always remind me of France.  The space is progressing wonderfully and as promised here is a photo of the chandelier that is providing a soft light and loads of sparkle to the room. 

The hardwood floors will be installed next, another DIY project for the hubby and me.  We are using hardwood flooring made of oak that we salvaged from a restoration project that is from the mid 1800s that was going to be discarded.  After sanding the floors I plan to give them a whitewash pickle treatment.  I love the look of white painted flooring, but it is a studio space which means alot of abuse and white painted flooring would be too difficult to keep clean.  I am there to create - not clean - right?  Oh, there's that feisty Scottish blood running through my veins again....


The square prisms cast tiny rainbows in the late afternoon which is always a delight and reminds me of afternoons at my Grandma's playing with her prism in the sitting room.  Miss you Grandma, every single day.

Yesterday, I spent the day with Sweet Dan gathering materials, planing Black Walnut lumber, and fashioning a large wooden cross that I then stenciled with "Avec l'aide de Dius" (translation - With the help of God).  I made one with old barn wood that is a rustic beauty and two from Black Walnut.  I'll include a photo in a future posting when I hang one in my studio space.  The other two will go with me to the Bottoms Up show the first weekend in April.

This is my sweet little niece, Tasha wearing one of my vintage garden hats.  Yes, I collect garden hats and I wear them, too. The more flowers stuck to the band of the hat the better!   I keep hoping to channel the gardening wisdom of the ladies that wore these hats in another gardening lifetime and it helps keep the freckles to a minimum that I am prone to get every Summer.  Mine are not cute like those of Ina Garten!

While entertaining my niece and nephew recently at the farm, we were leaving the house for an afternoon walk down the gravel road when my niece, Tasha noticed this particular hat hanging by the door and asked if she might wear it on our walk.

It's a big hat for such a little girl, but she was oh, so very sweet wearing it as we crunched along the road on our way to the old bridge to throw rocks into the creek below.

Doesn't she look like a happy little farmgirl? 

We threw sticks into the water and then ran to the opposite side of the bridge to see the stick appear from the other side.  Simple country kid fun.  Throwing things into the creek from a bridge just to hear the kerplunk, see the splash or watch them float by on the ripples of the creek.  We balanced tiny stones on the metal rail of the bridge just to see how long they would stay there and then it was crunch, crunch, crunch back to the house for a cookie. 

The last time we drove across the bridge my nephew Caleb said, "Aunt Julie, my rock is still there."

Blessings - Julie