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This is my passion, my obsession, my therapy. (No really...at $200 per session....therapy is definitely out of the question.)

Actually, it’s all my mom’s fault. No, really...it is. As a kid, my first memories of rust and junk were when we were stationed in Nebraska living in Papillion. Back then, Mom “antiqued” every chance she could and, of course, I was ‘dragged’ along. She scoured the countrysides of Nebraska and a few years later, Utah. Our walls, shelves and entire house were filled with wonderful old finds. She had a great eye for 'good' antiques and mastered the art of the 'bargain'.

Prior to those excursions, I was blessed to have Nana in my life. While I lost her when I was only in 4th grade, one of my fondest memories was of her sharing the stories behind some of her personal treasures. Of course I still have a few of those treasures that I wear,…

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  • Born on July 2
  • Joined November 27, 2011

About

This is my passion, my obsession, my therapy. (No really...at $200 per session....therapy is definitely out of the question.)

Actually, it’s all my mom’s fault. No, really...it is. As a kid, my first memories of rust and junk were when we were stationed in Nebraska living in Papillion. Back then, Mom “antiqued” every chance she could and, of course, I was ‘dragged’ along. She scoured the countrysides of Nebraska and a few years later, Utah. Our walls, shelves and entire house were filled with wonderful old finds. She had a great eye for 'good' antiques and mastered the art of the 'bargain'.

Prior to those excursions, I was blessed to have Nana in my life. While I lost her when I was only in 4th grade, one of my fondest memories was of her sharing the stories behind some of her personal treasures. Of course I still have a few of those treasures that I wear, display and remember her by to this day. She taught me to appreciate things as more than just objects. Between the two influences, I was doomed, I was infected with the bug, I was hooked, and didn't even know it!

I find that I am continually drawn to objects by the quality of workmanship, detail in shapes, depth & wear of colors, gorgeous patinas or heartfelt story shared in a casual chat in someones front yard. And by treasures, I mean anything that speaks to me…you know the old saying ‘One man’s junk….another man’s treasure”.

When I moved to Idaho from California in 1994, I was introduced to the local sport known as, ‘Yardsaling’ (Why does spell-check red flag that word? I hear it is now a national sport!). This took my obsession to another level. I've watched the hoarding shows....that's not me. I'm too OCD, organized and fanatical about being able to find something without having to hunt and hunt. However, I have collected so many “treasures” that my basement, 37’ x 40’ shop, old barn and 2 acres are overflowing in a sea of barn wood, rust, ceramics, glass, fabrics and too many odd treasures to count. I wouldn't dare to count but I'd guess that I have over 1,000 pieces of glassware, ceramics and pottery waiting to become one-of-a-kind Yard Art stakes and towers. Broken pieces will become Mosaics on benches and bowling balls. My title on my business cards is, "Wizard of Odds".

I am truly happy when I'm in my shop creating something from my treasures of old stuff and flea market finds. Looking back, I realize that I’d always been drawn to 'old' stuff and had been driven to create since I was a little girl. I’m no fine artist. But like so many, I love the creative process and agonize over every little detail. I start by finding really groovy stuff that somehow speaks to me. The creative process in putting things together can sometimes be agonizing. (And here is were the therapy would be helpful) I'm something of a perfectionist. I want the piece to be perfect. I want someone to look at the finished product and love it, not just like it. What I've realized through extensive therapy in my shop is that not everyone will love or appreciate every piece or project. It just takes one and I am making that item for that one person to whom it will be a treasure.

Studio 361 is my dream. It’s me coming full-circle (360°) and taking the first step in the next chapter of my life (+ 1 = 361). I raised a magnificent son who is now in college and well on his way on his own path of discovery. And (and this is a really, really big one) I am no longer traditionally employed. Yikes & Yippy!!!!

I've been a sales person, marketing director, writer, trainer, substitute teacher and an Executive Director and worked for large corporations, small businesses and a non-profit. I've owned an events company, karaoke & entertainment business, construction company, restaurant & catering business and a marketing company. But this; the salvage of treasures, turning ‘found’ into fabulous & fun, this is want I want to do.

The types of creations that come out of Studio 361 will evolve as my curiosity, inspiration, passion and ‘finds’ evolve. Remember, I have a little old farmhouse, a barn, huge shop and two acres full of rescued treasures just waiting to be re-purposed and re-loved,

Thanks Mom, for the inspiration, friendship, unconditional love and belief in me. Thanks Dylan, for continuing to mow the lawn when you don’t have to and loving me because I’m who I am.

I hope that you will follow me through my therapy, enjoy the direction that the creative process takes and find something that speaks to you.

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