You Have the Paua { No Balone }

 

The question has loomed for a few years now while crafting and selling in this medium. Vendor visitors and jewelry makers want to know :

What is the difference in Paua and Abalone?

Image of Seahorse Necklace

Well, combined research proved very interesting today. I found out that the word abalone derived from the Spanish word “Abalun” and Paua from the New Zealand Maori word “paua“.

Abalone are sea snails, the marine Gastropoda mollusk. The inner shell of an abalone is made up of nacre or mother of pearl, which comes in a variety of colors. Paua is a member of the haliotidae abalone family which there are around 149 species worldwide. They are unique to the cold blue waters of the New Zealand coastline. Haliotidae Iris is the most common and best known shell, being black interior with colors of blue and green dominating. Other species include Lao silver or Queen and Virgin Paua. They are vegetarians and graze on seaweed.

Image of Paua ShellThese little gems live in coastal, rocky areas at depths of between 1 to 15 meters, and in case you have ever wondered, the holes on the outside are for breathing. They are considered treasured meat for the Maori people and essential for a good traditional wedding feast or celebration.

Here comes my favorite part. They are traditionally used to illuminate the eyes of their carvings and artwork, and the reddish colored shells were most prized for depicting the flashing eyes of the warrior.The use of Paua shell in all all manner of jewelry and sculpture true has become a distinctive feature of New Zealand artwork, symbolizing love, life, and flow. This makes it particularly good for those who work in water.

Image of Paua

 

So essentially,they are one and the same, all part of each other. Thus is nice to know now, and maybe it will bring some treasured precision to a piece you have or may purchase in the future.

No Balone!

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~ McGlamorous

Le Spectre de la Rose

Le Spectre de la Rose

As Spring approaches, the soft pastel shades of the season start to appear. Everything begins a slow movement towards life. Flowers push from below, beautifully developed in color. The Easter candy is youthfully wrapped in baby-like hues of pink and blue, yellow and green. Even though the seasons seem to almost birth too soon, as according to the store shelves, it is hard not to anticipate. It has always been a favorite time of year. Memories of new attire and hats for church come to mind. Not to be left behind is the dancer’s Spring Recital, and event every little or big girl in dance looks forward to.

Jewelry Made in the Spirit of the Rose

The memory of such performances brings to mind a certain ballet almost performed at one of my old schools Le Spectre De La Rose. I never got to see the ballet performed due to a lead dancer’s injury, but I have observed it through photographs and art, and recently found an old copy of Cyril W. Beaumont’s Complete Book of Ballets , which contains personal reviews on these old gems. With the recent anticipation of the release of the movie on Nijinsky, it seemed a great time to put all my (Easter) eggs in one basket for a nice and informative post on all of the above.

In a short synopsis, Le Spectre De La Rose is an adaptation of a poem by Gautier which I have pleasantly researched here and would like to share below. The ballet interprets the story of a young girl at a ball, to whom a rose is given. The excitement of the ball, which has also been set to Carl Maria von Weber’s Invitation to the Dance, has left her weary, and as she sinks into a deep sleep, the object of her dream appears through the open window in her room. He is the spirit of the rose, dancing with abandonment, similar to a rose petal in the wind. In one magical moment she is waltzing with him, her spirit lifted into heavenly realms of dance with his company. In the next moment, she is awake in her chair as if it were just her imagination. The spirit hovers for a brief instant, disappearing through the open window just as the sun rises. She stirs from her slumber enough to recall and question if it were a dream or reality. Still doubting in her empty room, she picks up the rose in remembrance, pressing it to her heart with a sad half-smile. Champagne Pansy

Finis…

According to Beaumont the intention of choreographer Michel Fokine was to use Nijinsky’s rare elevation and energetic male energy as the rose to create charming contrast to Tamara Karsavina’s presence as the sleeping girl. This ballet, in the Romantic style, is a classical pas de deux, also displaying this technique in Nijinsky’s effortlessness and graceful entrance through the window. Like a grasshopper, it says! The ethereal themed ballet achieved great success whenever performed, once so loved that it was performed twice in one evening. (So sorry for that male dancer that night!) Le Spectre de la Rose

Like most visual art I suppose, it presented itself so beautiful with these two performers that when it ended you were uncertain as to whether you had just seen what you did. Beaumont expresses that it was so linked to Nijinsky and Karsavina that all revivals failed to impress.

Thus passes the glory of the world.

The Phantom Of The Rose – Poem by Theophile Gautier

Sweet lady, let your lids unclose.–
Those lids by maiden dreams caressed;
I am the phantom of the rose
You wore last night upon your breast.
Like pearls upon my petals lay
The weeping fountain’s silver tears,
Ere in the glittering array
You bore me proudly ‘mid your peers.

O lady, ’twas for you I died–
Yet have I come and will I stay;
My rosy phantom by your side
Will linger till the break of day.
Yet fear not, lady; naught claim I–
Nor mass, nor hymn, or funeral prayer;
My soul is but a perfumed sigh,
Which pure from Paradise I bear.

My death is as my life was–sweet;
Who would not die as I have done?
A fate like mine who would not meet,
Your bosom fair to lie upon?
A poet on my sentient tomb
Engraved this legend with a kiss:
‘Here lies a rose of fairest bloom;
E’en kings are jealous of its bliss.

 

 

Le Spectre de la Rose

Ballet in 1 Act. Book : J.L. Vaudoyer. Music : Weber. Scenery and costumes  Leon Bakst. Choreography  Michel Fokine. First produced  Theatre de Monte Carlo, 1911.

 

~ McGlamorous

 

Time with Rhedd (Butler)

Time with Rhedd (Butler)

 

It is pleasantly doubtful that the story of our time with Rhedd would begin any different than those love stories in the guise of kitty encounters. I never knew Angels had red hair and fur, but I am solidly convinced.

First appearance in March

They usually begin with an appearance, a discovery, or just a pleasant surprise. Out of nowhere these little spirits can manifest, like they are coming from some other time or place, right smack into your life. The introduction period is oh so brief. It is always love at first for my family, Rhedd here being no exception.

His visit was a back door rub that caught my eye late one night last winter around March. I had seen a few other cats come up for food and wildly scatter, but for some unknown but gut stirring reason I melted enough to scurry to the kitchen for emergency morsels. In all honesty I , maybe we – carried subconscious grief and love for Charlie, an indescribably gently red tabby that was previous to Rhedd, which motivated my attention and concern towards him. It felt as though Charlie was visiting in another form, or had sent a reminder.

Trying To Be Friends

The cinnamon swirl markings where visible through the glass patio door. Tail dancing, he rubbed closely for attention and I opened the door and placed the bowl out for him to munch. I went out to visit and with no fear he wailed with a passion that I nor my Mom and Grandmother had ever heard. His cry was so desperate that it was tempting to laugh, but you didn’t. He was sad and lonely, yet strong.

The next few months proved his affection and extreme protection for us. He had tried to befriend our other kitty, Lily, and it was a somewhat comical flirt that proved him a dud with the ladies, so it seemed. It was like Billy Joel meeting Christie Brinkley, but what we later discovered was that he desperately needed a friend. Our dog chased him, his own species seemed to have no loyalty, and he could not get a date across the branch during the high season – if you know what I mean.

Summer Naps

His visits were sporadic at first. Nightly romps would leave him beaten and scarred the next morning. I applied castor oil to his coat and gradually saw improvement. The more we cared for him the more we noticed an uncomfortable stance, but it did not bother him. I felt humbled by his strength and we held common issues with bad alignment. He lived with short front legs which caused his spine to curve when he sat down. Still, he walked with pride and an incredible leadership. He had no name, but surely a strong presence.

The more he stayed the day, the more friendly we became with him. After all, who could ignore those cries? Garden chores were accompanied by his presence and evening swinging with the sunsets held a place for conversations and kitty hugs. What a boy. So much love and appreciation was evident. I shed tears with him over losses and pain, and at night when I went out to see the stars he was there guarding me. Yet he still had no name. I tried to make it manifest but it did not. Somehow I felt it would come and on that night I blurted it out….”RED. No….RHEDD!” Yes, yes, yes, I thought, just like Rhett Butler the southern gentleman from the classic film Gone With The Wind! Boasting with excitement, I re-entered the house telling the family of the discovery. My Mom agreed that it fit this little protector’s personality. She labeled him the Red Warrior. Wow was that spot on. It seemed as though he grew stronger and more confident in his role as protector the longer he stayed. Cries were replaced with morning and evening walks. We silently invited him in for nights on the recliner with popcorn and movies, and he was a regular consolation in times of despair. Just a true gentleman and a true friend. I joked that had he been human, we would have been married.

Happiness Found

Sadly, he could not stay with us and left in August. We were already attached and hoped for more time, but his job was done. Breaking up is so hard to do. His loss was as such and I choose to leave only his love story behind. That once dirty and dingy coat was slick with gentlemanly sheen, and it even smelled of powder. It was as though a sweet scent floated from his happy soul. He had found love, friendship, and had given so much more than he got. He taught us strength, and protected our vulnerability at the same time.

 

Rhedd was answered prayer. I believe that is why he was so beautiful in every way.

 

Warrior Rhedd

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ McGlamorous

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Favorite Christmas Hymns & Carols :: Oh Beautiful Star of Bethlehem

Favorite Christmas Hymns & Carols :: Oh Beautiful Star of Bethlehem

As part of the 2018 Christmas season I am sharing some on-the-spur thoughts of some great hymns and classics played on the radio or by my Mom (and Dad) at church. Here goes the lyrics to one of my favorites at Christmas.

Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem
Shinning far through shadows dimmed
Giving the life for those who long have gone on
Guiding the wise men on their way
Unto the place where Jesus lay
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Oh beautiful star the hope of light
Guiding the pilgrims through the night
Over the mountains ’till the break of dawn
Into the land of perfect day
It will give out a lovely ray
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Oh beautiful star (beautiful, beautiful star) of Bethlehem
Star of Bethlehem
Shine upon us until the glory dawn
Give us a lamp to light the way
Unto the land of perfect day
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Oh beautiful star the hope, the grace
For the redeem of good and blessed
Yonder in glory when the crowd is one
Jesus is now the star divine
Brighter and brighter he will shine
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Songwriters: Al Phipps
Beautiful Star of Bethlehem lyrics © Carlin America Inc

Gaither Version With Ben Speer

 ~ McGlamorous
The Nutcracker :: What’s Your Flavor?

The Nutcracker :: What’s Your Flavor?

Nutcracker

Pink Ballerina Earrings
Dewdrop Deux

A million or more posts on the Nutcracker every season, and this is my first ever. I am a side-lined dancer for now, so I want to get in on this season’s premier of the movie with a jewelry twist.

Which part of the well-known ballet is your favorite? What’s your flavor. Coffee? Tea? Do you prefer the spicy flavors of the Orient or the sweet aromas of the land of sugarplums and candy canes? A fountain of creativity flows from our child-like minds when dwelling on the classic. Full of excitement and imagination, it gives a dreamer a reason to lie on the floor with Waltz of the Flowers playing in the background.

This year the Nutcrackers have been plentiful in stores, even reaching the rooted country atmosphere of south Georgia gift shops and drugs stores. McGlamorous site being no exception, I am posting our part on the marketing stage.

Purple Ballerina Bracelet
Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy

The designs are inspired by soldiers, ballerinas and pearls, and glitter and dance. They include bracelets, necklaces, and earrings, and can be purchased directly from the site, or can been seen in person at 30A Ballet in Seagrove Beach, Florida. A good friend has been kind enough to display and sell them in her wonderful new studio. They make great gifts for children in the arts, first time performers of the ballet, spring recital trinkets, and even graduation gifts for dancing teenage seniors. Teachers may also enjoy the gift of dance expressed in pearl form as well.

Blue Soldier Bracelet
Blue Nutcracker Soldier Bracelet

Pieces are a mix of  Swarovski crystals, freshwater pearls, and a ballerina as a focal point, all with decorative metal clasps. Other pieces inspired by dance are also available on the site.

Take a peek this special season, and enjoy.

Thanks!

 

~ McGlamorous