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Les Petites Mains

Les Petites Mains

Les Petites Mains

Busy little hands, dusty chalk, oil pastels across the knuckles, dirt under the finger nails. Those are the hands of my four-year old daughter on any given day. Having been a similar child - active, creative, and inquisitive the unfortunate lack in creative offerings of my youth haunts my memories. Having access to plenty of art classes via public school was not the issue, however the lack in support and opportunities to experience art in the making hugely impacted how I followed my passion. 

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How much is that Ring in the Window?

How much is that Ring in the Window?

A frequent question about the price of jewelry is, why two pieces identical in size, color, and weight have a prices so dramatically different from one store to another? Historically speaking the value of a piece of jewelry has been heavily weighted upon the perceived value that a jeweler or retailer thinks a potential buyer would be willing to pay. 

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What's in Stock for Mom?

What's in Stock for Mom?

Check out our in-stock gifts for her that can be ordered online, by email or phone for pick-up or delivery (w/in 5 miles of our studio).

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Sorry for Calling You Alice

Sorry for Calling You Alice

Happy Birthday (Month) Alice!! A little story about where the name Alice comes from.

It's happened more times than I can count. Emails are exchanged, we meet over Skype, talk on the phone, and sometimes we meet in person before at some point it is discovered that I am not Alice.

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My First Crush

My First Crush

Can you remember the name of your first crush? Pretty sure mine was a boy named Kyle in 8th grade. My memories of crushing on him now seem embarrassing and obsessive  in the most ridiculous teenage ways possible. Scribbling his name in combination with mine all over my notebook, like it would summon him into my loving clutches.

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