Happy in My Garden
Shoes 77 & 7877 Available (no sole) Location: Delphi Glass Collection, Lansing, MI
Enchanted Footsteps
I share photos of my shoes online, and of course they are seen while on exhibit. It’s interesting how often people reference Cinderella’s slippers, regardless of how different the shoes look from those depicted in the stories. These comments inspired me to create my own version of a glass slipper—one that captures the enchantment and […]
JD’s Shoe
My son was a very independent child. When his sister went off to kindergarten, we would walk her to the bus stop a house away. I don’t think it had been more than 3 or 4 days, and I said that it was time to take her. Sitting in front of the TV, he turned […]
Lolly’s Shoe
Shoe 69 Location: On exhibit with Habatat, Detroit Michigan Lolly the Magic Clown spent most of his days clowning around in Jackson Michigan. He was an active member of Clowns of America and founded the Grand and Glorious Galaxy of Mid-Michigan Clowns and co-founded the Midwest Clown Convention. Lolly introduced the National Clown Week Competition […]
Graduation Day
When I posted the sneaker, Baltimore 2019, to Facebook, I received a heartwarming post from a grandmother. The shoe reminded her of her grandson who was diagnosed early in his life with leukemia. He had been in and out of treatment and hospital stays over his short life of 17 years, but through it all, […]
Mother’s Love
Two pairs of shoes representing my twins, Tasiana & Corina. To me, they symbolize the journey we have traveled together and the preciousness of them – for they are always mine to love and protect as their mother, even as they turn 26 years old. And what a journey so far – when they were […]
Leaving an Impression
aka Baltimore 2019 In February 2019, I was an exhibitor at the American Craft Council Baltimore show. I had my trusty sidekick, Jim, and thanks to very concerned cousins, an old phone as a decoy (in case we got robbed) and money safely tucked under my coat. Jim was wearing the Creighton Bluejays ball cap […]
Ghosts in My Driving Shoes
Got my driving shoes on. Five-hundred miles coming back from Pemaquid to Ithaca for the umpteenth time, and, as always, it’s all ghosts. It’s from over fifty years ago, the first time, my domineering, doubtful Dad brooding over the steering wheel, driving us home after our introduction to the cabin, but we were all simply […]