• artfulwanderlust

The path of Life is a Wandering Road....

What a wild ride life can be! Change IS the only constant!

Let me back up. Hello and Welcome! I am so glad you are here! I would love to hear how you got here, but, in the meantime, let me tell you how I got here.

Grab a cup of coffee, or a glass of wine, or a bottle... This gets a little wordy...

For those of you that have known me for a while, I have spent the last 20 or so years as a professional Faux Finisher. Ya know, the person that comes into your home or business and does some really cool painting and plaster on your walls and/or furniture. I have always loved my job and the people I have had the pleasure of working with.

But one day... that overwhelming urge to learn a new craft or create something new hit. It hit hard! I stumbled across a metals class and well... it was love at first sight. Glorious gleaming coppers and silvers, metals from the earth, fire, stones, all combined into a single piece of art. Throw in hand made glass beads and let me start to count the sleepless nights! I am still not ready to quit my day job, but oh my...... the possibilities seem endless.

So, it began. I started selling my handiwork at local art shows. Oh, I haven't quit my day job. By day, I climb the ladder, by night, I wrap wire!

Then... it happened. My 52nd birthday. I will never forget getting up at 5 am, brewing a pot of coffee, and like a mad woman, feverishly picking any and everything up off my floor in order to avoid losing it to Hurricane Harvey. By 10 am, with waters still rising, and tears flowing, we left our home for the RV park 10 miles away. Thankfully, my husband had pulled our camper there the day before. We were able to get one of the last 2 spaces.

Then, we waited..... and waited..... The following day, we were able to get a photo of our house still showing a couple of inches of slab above ground. Exhale.

The day after, the news wasn't as good. The next morning, very, very early, we were able to get back to our home. Wading in through waters over 3 feet deep, we reached our house. The inevitable .... A couple of inches had seeped into my home. Heartbreaking, gut wrenching, despair, fear, you name it, the emotion was there, except for elation.

Early the following morning, ( I have lost track of days at this point) we again snuck in before police barricades were manned. 4-6 inches of water had been here, but most had receded. We began ripping our carpet, baseboards, salvaging what we could, tossing the rest into the flood waters that were still on our porch. Little did we realize, our lives would never be the same. More to come...

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