I have been stamping metal for a long time. I still remember the first thing I stamped. It was for my husband, Brett over 15 years ago. It was a squashy, distorted ring that only sort of fits him. I stamped his nick name on the inside. He still has it and it still makes me smile.
Most of the jewelry we make at Hot Mama is symmetrical, even, and perfectly polished. But every once in a while I have to make something different. Especially when I am having one of those days. Ugh. You know what I mean: I took everyone to school. I made lunches. I paid the bills. I walked the dog. I did all the things I was supposed to do. For the five-thousandth time. Sometimes a girl needs to not follow the rules.
I'm not sure what I would do if I didn't have an outlet in my metalsmithing. I honestly think I would go insane. If I am not making things, new things, on a regular basis I start to go berserk. I can feel when it's happening. So when I was having that day, I grabbed this old piece of brass that was lying around the studio. I erratically stamped just a few words from one of another favorite Mary Oliver poem. It's kind of my new life motto.
I stamped just for me. Not to sell it. Not to show to anyone. It was crooked and messy. I loved it. Immediately I felt a huge sense of relief wash over me. Ahhh I needed that. Perfectly imperfect.
Most of the jewelry we make at Hot Mama is symmetrical, even, and perfectly polished. But every once in a while I have to make something different. Especially when I am having one of those days. Ugh. You know what I mean: I took everyone to school. I made lunches. I paid the bills. I walked the dog. I did all the things I was supposed to do. For the five-thousandth time. Sometimes a girl needs to not follow the rules.
I'm not sure what I would do if I didn't have an outlet in my metalsmithing. I honestly think I would go insane. If I am not making things, new things, on a regular basis I start to go berserk. I can feel when it's happening. So when I was having that day, I grabbed this old piece of brass that was lying around the studio. I erratically stamped just a few words from one of another favorite Mary Oliver poem. It's kind of my new life motto.
I stamped just for me. Not to sell it. Not to show to anyone. It was crooked and messy. I loved it. Immediately I felt a huge sense of relief wash over me. Ahhh I needed that. Perfectly imperfect.
I LOVE this! What a great motto!
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