Spring has sprung

Spring has officially arrived.  If  you live up north, I guess you think differently about the official date of spring.  Here in the south, spring means being surrounded by the fresh beauty of Ornamental Pear trees, Dog Wood, and Azalea bushes in full bloom.  Even as the blooms of these new beginnings begin to drop off,  their light green leaves begin to pop out in the bloom’s place and other flowers begin to bud out.  Color has blossomed everywhere.  So, out with the browns and blacks and in with the soft or vibrant colors, depending on your own personal style.  If you’ll notice the “Spring Green” necklace on an earlier post, this necklace is till available and would be excellent to show off your desire for the warmer weather and pretty colors.  I’m sorry, but the “A-Gate to Lilac” has been sold.

Well, happy Spring to you all.  If you have Spring allergies, take your Claritin, or other allergy helps, and then step out-doors and see the beauty around you.  But, don’t forget those accessories :).

A-Gate to Lilac

Photo of handcrafted necklace by Nancy Stevenson

Necklace Set:  $35.00

I must write something about this particular necklace. The stone that is laid over a beautiful spaulded wood is either an Agate, hence the name I’ve assigned to it, or a Dendridic Opal. This stone is gorgeous — at least I think so. It has a very light amethyst shade running through most of the lower half and the upper half is white with bits of black within the white. It has a glossy shine. I bought this stone at a gem show in Panama City, FL. Next to the pendant are two dyed freshwater Pearls. Two more of these are along the back part of the necklace; one on each side. There are a total of 4 odd shaped Fresh Water Pearls and two Mother-of-Pearls. Next to the Mother-of-Pearls are nestled a pair of perfectly round Rose Quartz. There are six AB clear Swarovski Crystals and four smaller clear Swarovski Crystals. The earrings match — of course.

Pinecone Petal necklaces

Do you like American made products?  Do you appreciate personally handcrafted items?  Finally, do you like jewelry or know someone who does?  These may be your questions.  Here are some facts:  I am an American, and proud of who I am and where I came from.  I am a crafter and come from a background of crafters and inventive minds.  I really enjoy making things with my own hands and then stepping back and looking at the outcome.  If it has turned out well, I can feel pleased that this is a product that I worked up and it is pretty to my eyes.  If it doesn’t turn out, then there is only one person to blame, myself.  I am country, but I do like to dress up my jeans with jewelry.  I can go outdoor and enjoy working in the yard, but when it is time, I like to change those dirty cloths, put on something cleaner and put my jewelry on to bring  out the sparkle in my eyes. 

I make my own pendants.  Almost all are made from different types of wood.  I’ve used oak, dogwood, and different other woods.  Perhaps my favorite to use is camphor.  Camphor can have many different shades of color and grains.  But, my latest project has come from pinecone petals. Pinecone petal necklaces are unique, personal, and different. It’s definitely different for me anyway and can be tedious to work with.  This idea would make a great gift!  Check out three different necklaces I’ve made with the pinecone petal.  Go to my face book Nature’s Elegance to see the pictures. 

If you need a personalized necklace, just let me know what you have in mind and I will certainly give it my best. 

If perhaps I can get the pictures put onto my word press then I will do so; otherwise, check out my face book page Nature’s Elegance for many different new necklaces. 


It has been ages since I’ve been on my word press.  I have, though, been on face-book.  I’ve created a special page to display and sell my jewelry.  If you would like to visit, go to “Nature’s Elegance” and see my most recent jewelry creations.

I use nice beads such as Fresh Water Pearls, Cultured Pearls, natural stones, glass beads, and Swarovski Crystals. I use very few imitation stones.

I don’t have any personalized items on face book, but if you need something very simple like a wood key chain, personalized with a name or very short saying, I can do this for $4.00 plus shipping charge.  Need a personalized necklace? Just let me know and I’ll get my wood burner out.

Why do I call my working hobby “Nature’s Elegance?”  Nature is beautiful.  When the weather has cooled, the foliage adjust to the weather and God shows off his beautiful fall colors of oranges, yellows, coral pinks, and reds.  In the spring, bare limbs put out a delicate green and eventually change into a deeper green.  It is with these God given trees that I make my jewelry.  Using parts of the tree, I cut, sand, shape cut again, sand again, design, and include (in most instances) a lacquer finish.  With the wood, (in almost all cases) I include the high shine of Swarovski Crystals within the beading.  Now you have “Nature’s Elegance.”   Visit Nature’s Elegance on face book.  If you like what you see, please select like and share it with others.

Have a great day, ya’ll :)

Weddings, God and love

In my part of the world, it is HOT!  Not only is it hot, but it is muggy.  Summer is here and the sun is beating down on the south, pressing humid air down, while moisture from the low lying areas rise up to meet the other.  The result is a feel like temperature higher than what the thermometer reads.

There are those who are summer people who thrive on the heated days with cool ocean water lapping at their bodies.  Then there are winter people who thrive on the exhilaration of the cold wind hitting their face, with a gorgeous mountain view laid out before them standing at a ski slope to challenge their agility and athletic abilities.  There are those who are spring people.  Warmer air hits their cold bodies, uplifting their minds and spirits, pushing them outdoors to see the beauty of fresh life come to spring flowering plants, offering up bright color to the previous brown (or white depending on the area you live in).

Then there are fall people.  Oh, the beauty of autumn!  The hot air of summer has disappeared.  In its place is a pleasantly, cool breeze blowing the changing leaves to and fro.  The gnats of the south disappear and most mosquitoes begin to take a hike, to where, this writer has no idea.  The previous hot humidity lifts, leaving a crisp, light feeling.  If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a fall person.  I love the fall months.  Spring is nice too, but when spring comes, although the colors are pleasantly refreshing, I know summer is just around the corner.  Surely you have guessed that I’m NOT a summer person.

This summer, though, I’m working toward putting together and decorating a fall wedding.  I love weddings.  Why, you might ask, do you love weddings?  Because weddings are such a joyous occasion of bringing two people together who has discovered that their friendship has turned into love.  It’s a time when once they were separate individuals, but on this day they are presented as Mr. & Mrs., and the two become as one.  God has joined them together.

Not only is the place that the couple has chosen to become married at made beautiful, but what is more fantastically wonderful is when the man and woman declare their love for each other to their friends and family and through their vows, they speak to one another of devotion, best friends, a closeness that can be found with no other, and a confession that they want to spend the rest of their lives together, because what they found is special.  One beating heart, found the other, and together they beat a little faster. Exhilaration is felt when they are together.  This is the wonderful thing about weddings.  Sure, the decorations can be made pretty, the bride’s dress can bring out the bride’s striking features, and the groom cleans up to a fine-looking man, but what really makes it beautiful is bringing two hearts together and God blessing the event.

In the very beginning it was God who brought man and woman together.  Listen to the beauty of the first couple.  “And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept; and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh in its place. Then the rib which the Lord God had taken from man He made into a woman, and He brought her to the man.  And Adam said: This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called woman, because she was taken out of man.  Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh,” Genesis 2:21-24.  Such a glorious picture God presents to us of the first man and woman.  He made them and brought them together.  Why?  Because, “And the Lord God said, it is not good that man should be alone…”, Genesis 2:18.

“…Have you not read that He who made them at the beginning made them male and female, and said, for this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh?  So then, they are no longer two but one flesh.  Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate,” Matthew 19:4-6.

God made the man and woman, and it is God who joins the two in marriage and becomes one. God joins the man and woman.  The marriage bed is blessed by God, “Marriage is honorable among all, and the bed undefiled…”  Hebrews 13:4

It is such a beautiful picture of a marriage between a man and a woman.  God has blessed the union, but there is a union that he doesn’t bless.  Read, Romans 1:24-28.  It says, “Therefore God also gave them up to uncleanness, in the lusts of their hearts, to dishonor their bodies among themselves, who exchanged the truth of God for the lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen.  For this reason God gave them up to vile passions.  For even their women exchanged the natural use for what is against nature.  Likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust for one another, men with men committing what is shameful, and receiving in themselves the penalty of their error which was due.  And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a debased mind, to do those things which are not fitting…”  This, my friends, God does not approve of or join.

Tighten up the girth and rejoice

“This is the day which the Lord hath made; rejoice and be glad in it,” Psalm 118:24.  Each day is a blessing. Why is each day a blessing? The Lord has made this day – this day that you are in right now. He dims the moon and then causes the sun to rise another day; and so this world continues as each day he gives us a new one. “…the heaven and the earth which now exist are kept in store by the same word…” These words are of God written down by the apostle Peter in I Peter 1:24. Even as we think on this day, live in this day, work through the day, have fun within the evening hours, and fall asleep by the light of the moon, another day the Lord has given us has passed away. We’ve grown a day older. Peter again tells us how quickly this life passes by. He says, “…all flesh is a grass, and the glory of man as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower fall away…” We lived as happy children, playing hide and go seek, we work to make a living to provide for the bed we sleep in and the food we put into our bellies, and then before we know it, our bodies are showing the years that have passed us by. Yet, these years we’ve lived, the Lord has blessed us with. He has sustained another day. Through the many miles we’ve traveled, the many paths we have wandered on, at the end of the day, “I laid me down, and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me” Psalm 3:5.

“But,” you say, “life today is hard. It doesn’t feel like a blessing.” Even though the words I’ve written down from God’s word are true, that doesn’t mean that our days always full of good and wonderful things. Sometimes the days are wrought with difficulties. Troubles can abide with every turn we try to take. There are times our hearts break, and the break is slow and agonizing. Yet, through even the most sorrowful of days, if we wake in the morning, we have another day to see a new born baby held gently and carefully by a father who has love in his eyes. We have another day to watch our child succeed and find his own way in life. We have another day to help another who can’t seem to bend down and pick up what they dropped – and see a grateful smile on their lips because they had someone to give them a helping hand. What would they have done otherwise? We have another day to tell God thank you for the food we just ate, the water we just drank, the flower we just beheld, and see the look of love from the one whom we fell in love with. If we search, and sometimes we have to look really hard, but if we do so, we can find that something in the day to look heavenward and tell God thank you.

Yes, I’m getting older, and it feels as though with each day that passes I discover a new wrinkle, or my body doesn’t want to move in a way that it moved the day before. So, what am I thankful for? Wow! There are many things I’m thankful for. I’m so glad that I woke up next to a husband that loves me. I’m thankful that my son’s last day at school has proved that he succeeded in going through all these years of school, I’m thankful for this computer I have before me. Okay, that was a little strange. But, through this computer I’ve written another novel. I’ve poured out my imagination into a story line that has excitement, love, adventure, bad guys, and a good-looking good guy with a chivalrous personality toward the lady who caught his eye. I’m thankful for the talent that God gave me to put a story line that I made up in my mind, onto this computer and make a novel out of it. I titled this new story, “Unknown”. My good looking male character has lost his memory through evil intents of another. Who gives him a helping hand when he’s lost? A woman who knows what struggles are all about. Here is a brief synopsis:

She couldn’t help but take pity on the tall, handsome stranger who knew not who he was nor where he came from, but in doing so, Rebecca’s life drastically changed from a simple life of being a single mom owning a struggling campground which sat at the edge of the foothills of Tennessee, to one of mystery and danger which sent them running from a lunatic bent on hunting the threesome down and eliminating — permanently, his adversary.

So, yes, life is fleeting; but make what we can out of it and at the end of our road, we can say we had tightened up the girth, lifted ourselves up, threw our leg over, and rode like the wind. (This is an altered [by me] phrase in my first book “Child of Sorrow”).

If you are interested in purchasing my book, “Unknown” for your e-reader, you may do so by clicking on the appropriate area.

New novel: “Unknown”

Unknown - cover pageThis is it. My new novel is ready!!! Do you enjoy a good mystery/romance/adventure book?  Then please take a moment to read this short syopsis:

Life threatening, heart racing danger, and falling in love was not something that Rebecca, an owner of a struggling campground and single mom, had anticipated the day she decided to become involved in helping a man with no memory, and now all three were dodging flying knives and whizzing bullets.

Now available for $4.00

It’s that time of year

Here it is mid-May. Where has the month gone? More so, where has the year gone?! In my part of the world, April showers have brought forth May flowers. The rose bush has small, red roses on every wild, long stem and  the Honey Suckle, growing full and lush, is in full bloom. The smells of spring wafts pleasantly in the air, and drifts in through my screened-in porch. The birds are singing their songs, stopping every now and then at the bird feeder for a bite to eat. It’s a beautiful day.

In the months of spring, many changes can be seen. The trees that were once bare now have bright, green leaves. Bulbs that had once lay dormant under the cold winter’s ground springs forth and soon blooms a bright and cheery color.  Yellows, pinks, reds, and some varigated blooms, show off a beautiul variation of color.

But, it’s not just nature that brings forth change. Another change is taking place.  For many schools in this nation, May is also the time for graduation. It all began as little boys and girls, turning five or six-years-old, walking into the school holding their parent’s hand tightly and anxiously. They are completely dependant on their parent. Tears well up. It could be tears on the little child’s face, or it could be tears falling quietly down a mom’s cheek as she lets go of her baby’s hand and watches him/her begin a new phase in their life. Twelve some odd years later, here it is time for the child to graduate. For the child turned young adult, they are jumping up and down and throwing their hat into the air. For the parent, however, a stranage feeling comes over them. They look at this young adult and wonder…

Where have the years gone? They are turning a new corner to begin their own life, trying to find ttheir own way, and seeking their own path to go. You know as the parent the difficulties that are ahead of them. You can see ahead like never before. No, not anything specific, but generally speaking, you see in your mind a maze with a built-in obstacle course. You know how he or she can get lost; you’ve been their. You know how cruel and harsh it can be; you’ve felt that. You know how decisions can afffect your whole life; you’ve experienced that. You wish that you could hold your child’s hand and show them through your eyes which way to go, but you know this is a time of letting go. It is a time of joy, a time of disconcerting wonder, and I hesitate to say this, but I will: a time of a little bit of fear.

I am so happy for my son that he’s climbed the top of this particular mountain in his life. He’s made it through thirteen (kindergarden through twelth grade) years, is now eighteen, and looking at the path before hiim. He will likely throw his cap up in the air, and on that day,  I will likely shed a little tear. It’s a new season in life.

Just as spring brings with new and vibrant colors, so the jewelry that I’ve made has beautiful colors, and some of the pendants have paintings of either butterflies, flowers, or birds. If you are interested in seeing a particular color of any of these three, I’d love to hear from you, they are my favorite to paint. One particuilar order that turned out quite lovely, was a request for an Alabama football “A” logo with, instead of a football, a butterfly. The colors of the butterfly were red and black, with, of course, the beads matching the painting. The customer was pleased with the result.

Because I spent much time at the school helping the middle school band, my working hours have been cut short. But now that school is coming to a close, I’ll be able to spend more time creating uniquely made jewelry with the customer in mind.

By the way, I’ve a new novel almost ready, titled “Unknown”. It is a mystery/romance story and is about a man who has lost his memory as a result of attempted murder. Soon it will be ready to send from my computer to yours. Shortly, I’ll be announcing the opportunity for the first ten (10) people who respond, to send them my novel via an e-mail attachment. For this special offer, this request will be done as an e-mail file attachment only. So, if you are interested, keep an eye out for my offer. Thereafter, it will be ready to be sent as an e-book on your e-reader and the cost will be $4.99.

One more thing:  If you’ve a child who is graduating this year, Congratulations, parent.  YOU MADE IT.

Storms of Life

Have you ever thought what it means to say that something is a breeze? Just what does that mean? If you say math is a breeze, are you saying it is easy? I’ve an old Webster Encyclopedia of Dictionaries which has a beginning copy write of 1958 and ends in 1977. I love this old dictionary; one reason is because it is old. Another reason is because it also includes a crossword puzzle dictionary, Bible dictionary, book of familiar quotations, scientific terms, synonyms, antonyms and homonyms. Many other dictionaries are included in this one very large book. In this old dictionary the definition is simple: Breeze: a wind of moderate strength. Okay, so if you want to say that math is simple would it really be correct to say that math is a breeze? I guess, poetically, you could give license to such. But, if you were to put the terminology to life, I don’t think by any means can one say that life is a breeze. Life, perhaps, could be defined as: Life is a hurricane of winds, sunshine, rain, clouds, twirling emotions and even rainbows when the rain gives way to the sun, but expect another succession of rain.

In other words, more simpler terms, Life is not easy. Sure, there are times when you go whistling along with a happy little tune, but be sure that that next little corner you turn in life can bring something totally different than what you are living at the moment. Life is a constant change. One day we are healthy, the next day someone sneezes in our direction, and what do you know – we are now sneezing as well. One day we are pain free, the next we stub our big toe, and man does that hurt. If the physical capability is there, one hops around on one leg holding the toe as if doing so will take away all the painful throbbing the nerve endings are causing. Is life a breeze? If you mean simple, I cannot in all honesty say that it is. If you mean life is a moderate breeze, well sometimes it is. Other times, life may be so still that we wish for a little breeze to stir the senses. One thing is certain. Sometimes life can throw us for a big loop. Take a look at an excerpt from my fictional romance novel “Track Records of the Heart.”

Every now and then, as we go through life, that very life we thought we had all figured out throws us for a loop. It throws us for a loop high up in the air, and then sends us tumbling down. We pick ourselves up, because that’s what is required of our existence. Then we move on. Dusting off our proverbial jeans, we pick up the pieces and think we’ve made it okay only to discover that there’s a whole lot more to life out there for us if we’re brave enough to take a firm grip and hold on for dear life. After all, isn’t life too short to settle for mediocre? Isn’t there something or someone out there that sets our hearts to racing like never before? Sometimes these feelings come slowly, but sometimes they hit us right smack on the head. We look up in aggravation wondering what or who dared to disturb our nicely made up, organized, wrinkle-free world, only to discover that what hit us on the head came straight from heaven, a fabulous shower of blessings raining down right over us, sending us a rainbow of a whole new wonderful aspect on life. On the other hand, will we be too blinded by pain to let the rain fall on us, but rather stand under the protective umbrella which shelters us from hurt but will also never allow the full measure of life to soak us clear to the bones of ecstasy?

Life is not easy. Sometimes it’s a storm, but the rain and clouds can bring immeasurable blessings to our life. “And I will make them and the places round about my hill a blessing; and I will cause the shower to come down in his season; there shall be showers of blessing,” Ezekiel 34:26