Monday, June 29, 2009

Moonlight Lace

The moon was pale and soft; dawn was just beginning to lighten up the early morning sky. The streaky pinks and blues were barely beginning to glow over the eastern hills; they were more of a promise than a reality.

When was the last time she'd stayed up all night? School, probably; studying for some test, totally unaware of the beauty she now enjoyed. She eased off her shoes, rubbed her toes, and relished the feel of the cool air on her aching feet.

The moon hung low on the horizon, huge and seemingly translucent, showing its reluctance to disappear.

© 2009 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

Seed beads, Swarovski Crystals, brass. Hand fabricated.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Lacy Lapis

Before she even knew what it looked like, she'd fallen in love with Lapis Lazuli. It was such a lovely name to say; exotic, poetic, and alliterative. It simply had to be the most beautiful stone in the world.

As a child, she'd been fascinated by archeology; that was where she'd first heard of Lapis Lazuli. It was, she felt, a kingly stone; why else would all those Pharaohs have had so many things made from it? She imagined it as the purest, richest of blues, with highlights of gold. In her dreams, her arms were always covered in fabulous bracelets; with stones as blue as the deepest glacial lakes.

Nothing else ever came close.

© 2009 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

Brass, Lapis Lazuli, seed beads. Hand fabricated.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Edwardian Splendor

"Sugar or lemon?" Annalise just loved hearing that; it made her feel as if she were in an old movie. She'd watched hundreds of old movies; the black and white world of the 1930s pretending to be the early 1900s was her time and place.

Closing her eyes, she drifted into a world of urbane and sophisticated people, beautifully dressed, and utterly cool and elegant. She joined them in a Spanish garden, next to a plashing fountain that cooled the sun-drenched courtyard.


© 2009 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

Seed beads, peridot, brass button clasp. Hand fabricated.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Net of Dreams

Sophie had big plans. She wouldn't always live this way; no, she knew that one day, her ship would come in, and she'd get on it and sail away. She preferred to think about that day than to think about this one; today had most definitely not been a day out of her dreams.

She worked hard; she really did. But that didn't seem to matter to her boss; to him, she was a convenient whipping-girl. Whatever went wrong, it was somehow her fault; today, she'd been blamed for something that went wrong in a meeting that she hadn't even attended. She'd just stood there, mouth agape, listening to him rant. Getting through the rest of the day had been hard.

But she was home now; home alone, with her own thoughts and dreams.

© 2009 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

Seed beads, brass, vintage button. Hand fabricated.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Time and Tides

Geni didn't know which surprised her more: that the bubble worked, or that she'd actually needed it. But that was her luck in a nutshell; she was always doing the right thing for the wrong reasons. Buying the bubble had been her most ridiculous purchase to date; motivated more by a sideways look in a certain pair of dark brown eyes than by any practical necessity. "Face it," Bronwyn had chided her, "You're a sucker for a man with puppy dog eyes."

It wasn't just his eyes. Eugenia let her mind wander from the situation at hand, remembering the lithe shape of the inventor and the way his tongue had snaked out between his lips when he paused for thought. She'd have to look that one up again and thank him when she got back.

If she got back.

Snapped back to reality with that thought, Geni peered out of the bubble into the sea, watching abstractedly as several fish swam by. Her unplanned Flight of Fancy had apparently dropped her not on land, but fathoms under the sea. It was something that had been suspected by the small faction her inventor belonged to; for once in her life she was glad she was a sucker.

As the bubble drifted slowly skyward, Eugenia let her mind wander over all her memories of the occasion that had made this bubble a reality. By the looks of things, she'd have plenty of time to enjoy every minute of it all over again.

© 2009 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

Seed beads, Swarovski Crystals and pearls, freshwater pearls, watch parts, brass, lampwork fish and disc by Melissa Vess, polymer clay face by Kristie-Lou Brigham of Sculpted Wndows. Hand fabricated.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Out on the town

Anjelica couldn't decide whether to dress up or down, so she threw on a little bit of both. Jeans, of course; skin-tight to show off her butt, and jeweled flip-flops. A plain white T? or a glam, vintage sequined top? The sequins won out, they nearly always did.

She rummaged around in her jewelry box, looking for sparkle. When she was done, bangles marched up and down her arms, and every finger sported a different type of ring. Her earrings brushed her shoulders, but the only ornament around her neck was her own skin.

She grabbed a slouchy leather backpack, tossed in her evening essentials, and was gone.

© 2009 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

Brass, seed beads, rose quartz. Hand fabricated.