I last wrote about the purple shamrocks, (April 2019) that my friend Betty had given me years ago, and how they would sometimes just disappear, but would always come back (as was her prediction). Well, well, the story continues ( Read more... )

One day, many years ago, I was visiting Betty Ash at her home for the first time. Besides being an amazing potter, she was such a kind and generous soul and our friendship began almost the moment we met. (Betty joined Island Gallery West a few years after I did.) As she was showing me around her yard, I admired and marveled at a huge pot filled ( Read more... )

Today is a much better day ( Read more... )

The anniversary date (and birthday) of my good friend Betty’s passing was recently. Priscilla received a small portion of her ashes and was planning to eventually spread them on the tennis court (where Betty loved to play in her younger years), until she found out the tennis court is now a basketball court. Betty loved Coquina Beach and ( Read more... )

Most of my days lately have been filled with working in the studio on wire trees and glass cabochons to put them on. I’ve got a gallery meeting at 6:00 tonight, (looking forward to our little threesome group of me, Susan and Debra going for sushi afterwards, giggling, laughing and sharing our news of late) then tomorrow night is opening night ( Read more... )

Lizard love . . .


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This wonderful old clay vessel is about two feet across. The kiln must have been huge! It is so heavy I can barely lift it when it is empty. I “inherited” it from dear Betty after she passed away. It was in much better shape when I first got it, but time is slowly taking it back ( Read more... )

A little work of art that lives on and on . . .


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Well, it will soon be the third day of the new year and I have yet to post any pictures yet for my new commitment of a picture a day, “on the hunt-2013.” This is the first time since my last post on December 29 that I have even been able to get on LJ. I guess it has been that way with most or all of you, too. But, I have taken pictures each ( Read more... )

This morning I decided Watermelon Man needed a little sprucing up. He had faded over the last few years, and the birds, critters and Florida weather had taken their toll on him.

This was one of the many things I'd gotten of Betty’s after she passed away in 2009. ( Here’s the story . . . )