Turquoise and Rust

Some folks I know are partial to pink, and others to red.But, apparently the only two crayons in my palette are turquoise and rust, and I see them everywhere.I spent a delightful day with the beautiful and talented Constance yesterday. (She looks great set against turquoise and rust in Asbury Park, doesn't she?) (See the T and R in this one? Way back there on the horizon.) It was taken inside of the old casino on the boardwalk in Asbury Park. You can't really make out their sign, but on the left (on the boardwalk) is the wonderful shop Bodega.

Judi's santos

Ever since I was fortunate enough to be a guest at Judi Riesch's home, I have been lusting after santos. I've searched high and low . . . on eBay and every other place I thought might produce one of these charming saints. Today, the first thing I saw when I walked into Bodega was . . .Of course, this lovely santos came home with me, but I bought a crown too. Because sometimes you just need one.This might look like a turquoise crown, but actually, Constance is wearing a halo. I saw it yesterday. I think that she might be a saint.
In addition to several bags full of books (St. C and her husband are unloading their extensive and wonderful library before moving in October -- pause for crying here), I left New Jersey with these two gems from Constance's workshop.

It's too bad she didn't have anything in my COLORS.When I can't find naturally-occurring rust and turquoise, I put them together myself.

The first spread in Kiran's new journal.

Hope you're still with me, because you simply must go here . . . but bring a thermos of tea and perhaps a blue tent. I am delighted to be included in Seth's current issue of The Pulse.