Archive | Scribblings by Kat RSS feed for this section

Jewelry Making Tip

2 Jul

I just had a small article I wrote entitled Losing My Grip: Ring Clamp to the Rescue! accepted and published in the on-line magazine, Jewelry Making Journal.  You can read it here.

The Jewelry Making Journal is the brainchild of Rena Klingenberg, a jewelry artist, writer, founder and publisher.  A combination of online magazine and community journal, jewelry artists from all over the world share jewelry experiences, creations, ideas and knowledge in four different areas:

Jewelry Making – here’s where we’re posting our project tutorials, jewelry making tips, and information about jewelry supplies and tools.

Jewelry Business – in this section we’re sharing ideas and strategies for selling handmade jewelry and running a successful business.

Jewelry Displays – here we’re posting really cool ideas for making your own jewelry displays and packaging, often from things you already have around the house.

Jewelry Gallery – in our beautiful gallery we show and tell about our jewelry creations and the things we’re currently experimenting with.

Drop in to see for yourself!jewelrysign

Life…and Death

9 Mar

Spring has arrived here in Central Florida.

The air is balmy and warm.

The birds are singing and building their nests.

Last year’s oak leaves are making way for bright green growth.

Flowers are blooming, a glorious celebration.

Amidst all of this riotous Life walks Life’s eternal companion, Death.

Who appeared yesterday and lured away my littlest darling, Teddie, aged 12 years and 8.5 months:


Within the heart of every dog,
No matter how little,
No matter how small,
Lives a giant, ten feet tall.

Within the eyes of every dog,
No matter how old,
No matter how young,
Lives endless love, pure and strong.

Within the soul of every dog,
No matter if living,
No matter if gone,
Lives the divine, an eternal song.

With all my heart, and tears and soul,
I mourn my dear Teddie,
My tiny giant, heart big as a whale,
Who waits for me, beyond the veil.

Goodbye, precious baby.

Unanticipated House Guest

4 Oct

I had an exciting weekend; in fact, the most exciting weekend I’ve had all year.

Yes, Internet, I admit my life is limited and pathetic; get over it, I have.

It all began Saturday evening, as the sun set.

My door faces East, so all the daylight flora and fauna living in the front yard is fast asleep by twilight, and the night-time inhabitants begin their croaking and chirping chorus.  The last rays of the sun reminded me that I hadn’t ventured out to the mailbox yet, and so I grabbed the key and flung open the front door.  As I did, a dark shape flew at my face, up and over my head, and into my family room in the blink an eye.  Scared the bejeepers out of me!

Afraid that more were scheming their own dash into my air-conditioned “cave,” and convinced my early night visitor was a bat, I slammed the door shut, and listened to the hammering of my heart.  Yep, it was still beating, but rather fast.

My stint as a bat-hunter had begun, but was over in less than a minute when a small bird came darting down from the family room cathedral ceiling to land on the imitation trailing ivy that is draped from the top of the cathedral-high front windows.

A very dark, burgundy red, he was a chipper little fellow with a thing for fake plants.  I have a lot of plants and flowers made of silk and other materials scattered throughout my home, even on the ledges around the kitchen, and he investigated every one.  He seemed pretty content, and I began to think, around 11:00 p.m., he was planning on moving in.

Nothing I did made the slightest impression on him, that he should “move toward the light” on the porch through the open front door.  I had all the lights inside turned off, all the doors closed, all the blinds closed, and a broom to try to block him from leaving the front of the house.  Ha!  He was not afraid of me and my witchy broom, not one bit.

We matched wits again in the morning.  I was happy to see he hadn’t perished during the night; finding and removing dead carcasses is not my idea of a pleasant interlude.  I was, however, frustrated that he still wasn’t interested in making a swift exit.

He flew and I ran back-and-forth in 20 minute “heats,” until he finally lost his grip on the front window foliage (and this was a bird that could hang from the popcorn ceiling, his claws must have been plenty sharp) and landed on the floor, directly in front of the open door.  I feinted like I was going to make (another) grab for him, and he nonchalantly walked out the door.

I dashed to the door and quietly shut it.  Whew!

I think he was roosting on the door wreath (remember, this little dude loved artificial foliage) and, when I opened the door inward, he was startled into flight.  I know birds like to stay up high and that’s why it’s so hard to get them “down and out,” but this crazy bird would fly to the light fixture that hangs in the foyer, hang upside-down from the bottom of it, and gaze out the door at the world like he was a house pet!

I’ll have to get out my bird watching book and see if I can identify him.  By the coloring, I’m guessing he was a “he.”  In most bird species, it is the male who gets the flashy coloring and jazzy feathering.

I’m looking forward to a quiet and uneventful end to this week!

What the Moon Saw

18 Nov Registered & Protected

Dear Readers

Here is a poem written for the Fantasy Artists of Etsy blog, “What the Moon Saw”, back in September 2010:

What the Moon Saw

There are many who’ve written down
Just what the moon has seen
But they have never written down
Just where the moon has been

For she has been to fairyland
To spy upon a team
That makes and sells most everything
That dances in a dream

by Faerie♥Kat
All Rights Reserved ©2010

The Beast and His Beauty

18 Nov Registered & Protected

Dear Readers

Here is a poem written for the Fantasy Artists of Etsy blog, “The Best of the Beast and His Beauty”, back in September 2010:

The Beast and His Beauty

If you find that you’re a Beauty
Kind as the day is long,
And you’re in love with a Beast
Who tends to get things wrong,
Staying with the Beast is not your duty, Beauty,
Not in the least, poor Beast.


If the Beast hasn’t broken the law,
Or dislocated your lower jaw,
Doesn’t say things that stick in your craw,
Or snore like the proverbial saw,
Hasn’t drawn the shortest straw,
And keeps a neat and tidy claw,
Knows how to read and can even draw,
And makes you giggle and even guffaw…

May you go through life together,
Happily ever after,
Hand in paw.

by Faerie♥Kat
All Rights Reserved ©2010

Dark Dreamings

18 Nov Registered & Protected

Dear Readers

Here is a poem written for the Fantasy Artists of Etsy blog, “Dark Dreamings”, back in August 2010:

Dark Dreamings

If you can’t sleep tonight
And your dreams are dark,
If nightmares bite your toes
And your bed’s full of sharks,

If eyes glow red
And beetles crowd your bed,
If there’s horns on every head,
And the walking are all dead,

You’ll know who to thank
For your pitiful plight,
‘Cause she got you good
With her fabulous frights.

First that skull will start to speak,
And venomous tales will it leak,
Suddenly will the athame strike
And the dryad will become unlady-like.

Her visions and images
Want to swallow you whole,
Morning better come quick
Or you’ll lose your soul!

by Faerie♥Kat
All Rights Reserved ©2010


18 Nov Registered & Protected

Dear Readers

Here is a poem written for the Fantasy Artists of Etsy blog, “Bewitched!”, back in August 2010:


Get the cauldrons scrubbed
And the brooms re-thatched,
Get your black hat out
And your wand well waxed.

When the witching hour
Sneaks upon them unseen,
We’ll pull tricks on them
This Halloween!

by Faerie♥Kat
All Rights Reserved ©2010

%d bloggers like this: