My evening is filled with smoke, ash, graphite, and grapes. 

I’m relaxing on my balcony as I draw my latest commission necklace.  I love to smoke hookah while working on pyrography.  I love the connection of smoke from the pipe to my own burning work.  

I also love how distressed my hookah looks.  She’s sturdy and the smoke pulls cleanly, but she clearly has been battered around.  I see parts of the intended beauty of the original design, but mostly I watch as the bubbles churn inside.

It does make me feel a little lonely, though.  Hookah should be passed among companions.  I wish I had a friend here who would just sit with me and smoke as we both worked on pieces of art.  We’d get excited watching our works progress together, but most of the time we’d just listen to the music, pass the hose, and keep letting our creative juices flow. 


I chopped off my hair! And I love it. I never realized how stimulating the sensory experience of short hair is. The feeling of the wind past your scalp, people running their fingers through your hair (and not getting caught in it), and the lightness of my head. Plus, I get to have a bit of a death rock hawk, which is my favorite style of mohawk. 

For me, this man is one of the biggest manifestations of Love in my life.  He’s my husband, my lover, my constant support.  I caught him watching me photograph my art and snapped this photo.  I still get breathless and giddy when he flirts with me.  I’m grateful for the love he pours into me.  I’m also grateful that he accepts the love I receive from other people without any trace of jealousy or doubt.  He celebrates me, and I him.  Plus, he’s a hottie. I’m a lucky lady.