Monday, November 29, 2010

Cyber Monday Sold Out (thank you!) so it's extended to Tues (new work)

2011 Cyber Monday (and yes, lol 2011 Tardy Tuesday!) can be found on the studio website this year!
THREE pages of items on sale - see page directory at the website for cyber-sale pages 1, 2 and 3!

NEWS! I've just added beads a la' FLICKR for a TARDY TUESDAY sale Everything SOLD for Cyber Monday - thank you! But I'd intended to have even more to offer & since (lol) I couldn't quite get everything listed I'm extending the sale into Tuesday (Tardy Tuesday in honor of ME not getting everything listed yet) :-) So far it's only the images and bead names (use the bead name to request/buy a bead) by emailing me at glasschick at yahoo dot com (you know how to adjust the email addy :-) with the bead name in the subject line......

EVERY bead, button, focal single or set, boro or moretti on the FLICKR Tardy Tuesday Set Showcase is ONLY $6.99! (plus 2.50 shipping and sales tax if shipped to a NY addy).

$6.99! That's less than half price on several of them! Yay!

The details and more beads will be going up tonite and tomorrow. First to email me at glasschick at yahoo dot com gets the bead and I'll mark sold as quickly as I can to avoid bead-buyis-interruptus (LOL) Here's the link

Set page that shows pics in stationary fashion (you can click for detail info)

Or this link (just below) that takes you directly to the page showing all the detail info on each bead (and allows for comments) ~ I like to make every version of viewing easily available :-) After all, I live for your lampwork-bead-related-happiness!

NEWEST on the website are:
Snowman ornament, heart button
Reliquia (female torso)
(Go to New work page 2 from the menu above & scroll down the page to see them)!

~~~ If you'd like an email when new work goes up on the studio website email me at with 'subscribe' in the subject line

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Perfect As It Is

No photoshop
No "paint"
No fix or crop
Or straighten....

Not one of these was needed
To improve these bytes
Sun painted..

Some moments and some images
Are perfect on their own
FDFerris 2010    

Thursday, November 25, 2010


Only a quick note at the moment to say Happy Thanksgiving to each of you - more of a post later :-)

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Knockin On The Door


A little bit 'o ice
on the pond.....
 No doubt about it
  Winter's on her way

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Selling What You Create

It doesn't vary. Not one bit. Insanity abounds, lol.
Preparing for a 'go-to-the-site' show or preparing for an in-studio show/sale or taking images and uploading for a website sale.  It's all the same.
Lots of work, lots of late nites. And did I mention the insanity? yes, I believe I did, roflmao

As it happens this moment finds me preparing for a website upload of new work, with some pieces going to Etsy perhaps.

But the same mind-muttering occurs as if I were packing to head to a show (as I did years ago) or preparing for a studio sale or selling via the studio website.  Do I have enough? Is the mix of offerings well balanced? Is the price spread what it should be?  LOL exhausted before I even begin the selling with all my second-guessing! I suspect every artist, offering work for sale goes thru much the same review rundown.

The funny thing is that most believe for all decades (tho I'm not a day over 30 something ok?) I have created, sold, taught, had an online presence I undoubtedly have a neat tidy formula for each aspect. Uber refined routines. Can do it in my sleep. Uh yeah right, roflmao. Perhaps I should have been an actress if that's how it appears! :-)  Selling in each and every venue has variants that simply can't be planned for in a neat orderly way. Other anxieties are human and while they grow to be more familiar, they never cease....  

There are tips and there are tricks and there are things (if anyone is interested?) I could share (let me know in comments) that are helpful. But mostly, selling is part work, part worry and a dash of insanity!

Now, I'd best return to all three, lol!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Creative Solitude

I lived in solitude
in the country

And noticed how
The monotony
Of a quiet life

Stimulates the
creative mind.

A Einstein

Friday, November 12, 2010


The weeks from June to November
always include a stop at the local produce stand.
It's an errand (unlike grocery store shopping) that I look forward to & enjoy.
Part of the reason is the obvious visual charm
But my love of 'farm stand' perusing goes so much deeper than the mix of colors & textures!
The smells! The weathered wood crates! The props (look at that handsome old wheelbarrow)
                                        Veg and fruit and flower all gathered in one place.
My mind dances with thoughts of medieval markets
Images of women with baskets in times long gone, the image paints itself in my mind...

Here, at farm-stands there are no 
No canned music
No disinterested 'employees'

Everything offered is nestled together
like a little community of growing visual or edible bits of life!
The 'music' is background chatter, news being shared,
concern for a neighbor or happy updates
(When was the last time you heard anyone laugh in a grocery store)?
A moment or two with the grower/owner - who often offers a slice of  melon or apple
while telling the story, flavor, favored growing condition of whatever you
hold in your hand.

I want 2 apples? I can have two apples!
Not in plastic bags from far off lands but the two I hand pick from the crate.

Best of all, buying here supports the people who work tirelessly to plant, weed, water, watch-over
harvest, pack, carry, set up, watch-over-and-sell-themselves. No middleman. No overhead.
Every time you or I buy a piece of fruit or tomatoe or flower the farmer/grower
sets out here, this way, they see so much more profit for the efforts he or she has invested.

For the buyers, ah the taste! The freshness! The (often) non-pesticided-ness!
The not-been-in-plastic-bags-and-trucks-forever-ness! The choice!

Simple, enjoyable, ancient magic...
If you've never tried it, you don't know what you're missing.
Find the nearest stand, open market next year and Go..
If you love it like I do, you understand when I tell you
how much I love, yet am saddened by pumpkin/apple/mum season
at the market because soon, it will be grocery-store-only season.
I'll be (as every year) counting the days till my little farm stand is open again!
I'll be counting down to being able to again buy good food from good people at good prices
And the magic.....

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


The path ahead seems
(some days)
to be an upward climb
(in every direction)

Over and again
challenges and changes
layer upon one another

Yet the obstacles
fail to diminish
my desire to outwit
each stumbling block
put in place

The more I'm told
"You can't"
The more certain I become
That I Can  and I will...
Verse and Image Copyright FDFerris 2010   

Monday, November 08, 2010

First snow

In a nod to the first snowfall
over the weekend....

 Snowman ornament (tree or window)

Thursday, November 04, 2010

I AM...


I am a wide open spaces kind of soul
Happiest in places where traffic noise is distant
(better yet, non existent)
And the flashing notice no cell signal is magic to me 

More fond of moonlight than malls
More drawn to trails than tiaras
(tho I do have a tiara just in case I have a tiara longing)
I seek to be solitary from humanity yet surrounded by 'beings'
"Travel among us" whisper the hills to me
And when I do
The trees speak of legends
The birds whisper secrets
The paired hawks call borders
(While floating upon invisible currents of time)

I am alone

Within these hills
Within these moments
I can simply

The trees, the birds, the border hawks
Understand the layers of time
The anchor and flow of the past
The immediacy of now
And the length of forever

They understand (and embrace)
the diversity
that dances thru all three layers
of time and life
(including the occasional tiara)
FDFerris copyright 2010

Wednesday, November 03, 2010


Up at 3:45 am (yes that is the normal time I drag my butt cheerfully spring out of bed daily). Tidy up of the personal being and go directly from bath to coffee pot. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars and no get out of jail free card if you get in my way, lol  Coffee in hand, the day begins officially.

No two days are the same in anyone's world. A bit more-so for me, a self employed artist.  I have a core of routine but the edges of each day weave up (or unravel, lol) differently each & every 24 hour cycle.  So when you stop by here to visit you will find most anything/everything  a widely (or perhaps wildly!) varied array of topics/thoughts/images. Not necessarily cohesive. Not at all contrived. Just me.

Glass, verse, rambles, (occasional) rants, humor, whining, ups, downs, chase my tail around in circles.

What's the meaning of it all?  For me? For you? For the world at large  (or small)?  Not a clue.  But it's lovely to have cyber-company on the journey!

And please do feel at ease to chat along via comments. There is so much to be found reading the shared thoughts you leave behind here...

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Views in my world

        Another view in  my world   :-)
new beads pulled and cleaned
yesterday from the studio kilns

Monday, November 01, 2010


She's a tiny bit hard to get along with
She takes my orange yellow leaves
My dappled sun, no longer summer strong
But sill able to dance through
October Autumn leaves

She closes my windows
Stills my billowing lace sheers
That are my icon for summer daydreaming
She makes the sensible heat saving me
Go even one step further as I drop the blinds

November steals away the long long longgggg days
That have been trippingly decreasing for months
(but I blame her - she carries the designated time change date)
She's hard to befriend
This cold dark month

But she brings small gifts to win me over
(or to appease me at the very least)
In the form of crisp apples and pumpkins
In the longing for sweaters and blankets
Absent all hot steaming summer
And September-October-Fall

She gifts me with my renewed passion to bake
Breads and sweets will again fill the house
With inside aroma and coziness
Exiled in Summer

Perhaps I'll befriend her
These weeks, uncared for by me, of November
Not not for the gifts she brings
Not ignoring the loves of mine she takes

But perhaps I can befriend her
Based on the thought that she
Like me
Is, simply, who she is
Both good and bad interwoven, inseparable
The loveable (and unlikeable) parts of the whole
Copyright FDFerris 2010