Friday, December 21, 2007
Holidays and teachers and a wassail song
Jean's pearls: Jean Yates 2007

Well I got these all done in time: nine of them. Each with a rosy velvet bag. I don't work fast because I am so slow. hahah!
That pearl in the middle is photographed lying backwards--the flatter side is on the back, as you wear the necklace. Remember when I designed these? Those pearls are worth the price of admission alone. Sometimes you just have to love REAL. They are chunky, lustrous, irregular, BBW (Big Beautiful Women!<-- no negative implications intended here, please) pearls. The leaves are shaped like hearts. So it goes "heart leaf, big gorgeous pearl, inspire tag" on silver capped rubber cords. I liked the heart because teachers show so much love. Yes there is another teacher too
but he is a guy so I hope he figures out how to get to his online gift certificate!

I wrote thanks to all of them yesterday as we prepared to RECEIVE THE DRYER MAN, WHO IS COMING THIS MORNING BETWEEN THE HOURS OF: insert impossibly long waiting time here. All this, after waiting days and days and days.

a haiku:

OH DRYER MAN oh!
YOU SHOULD HAVE COME SOONER, PLEASE
next time: come faster!

and no I am not prejudiced. They are all guys, all the time. When and if I meet a dryer woman I pledge I shall go back into these archives and correct myslef. And look, a mistake here! I said , "myslef". See I can be imperfect. It's going to wreck my haiku, however. to have a dryer woman hacking around here with our lemon of a dryer. I'll have to write a brand new haiku, but I will.


Twelfe Night
Or King and Queene


Now, now the mirth comes, With the cake full of plums,Where beane's the king of the sport here;

Beside we must know, The pea also

Must revell as queene in the court here.
Begin then to chuse, This night as ye use,

Who shall for the present delight here;

Be a king by the lot, And who shall not

Be Twelfe-day queene for the night here.
Which knowne, let us make

Joy-sops with the cake;

And let now a man then be seen here

Who unurg'd will not drinke,

To the base from the brink,

A health to the king and the queene here.
Next crowne the bowle full

With gentle lambs-wooll;

Adde sugar, nutmet, and ginger,

With store of ale too;

And thus ye must doe

To make the wassaile a swinger.


Give then to the king And queene wassailing,

And though with ale ye be whet here,

Yet part ye from hence,

As free from offence

As when ye innocent met here.

This [is] from Herrick's Poems, 2 vols. Edinb. 1823. Herrick was born in 1591, and the first edition of the "Hesperides" was published in 1648.

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5 Comments:

Blogger Margot Potter says...

Jean, Jean the lovely bean. I love these necklaces, they're gorgeous!

Merry mirth to thee and thine.

xoxo
Margot

December 21, 2007 8:01 AM  
Blogger sf says...

I am always attracted to pearls - NO idea why, they are really so conservative - so NOT me, and May - the deep and lovely emerald, is my birth stone. And I do love those emeralds!!! Rubies too, they're red and redder. Maybe it's 'cuz I dig the beach so much and pearls are the stone of the beach? I wonder if I'm allergic to them though, I am deathly allergic to shellfish, and they come from a shellfish. My dad always ate oysters, not too kosher of him. Sheesh, I wish he found me some damn pearls.
Someday I am just gonna go out and get some! Even if they are Jackie O's Audrey style, not my Bohemian, gypsy, whatever. . .
Um, oh, this is what happens when a commentor on your post starts writing down what they are actually thinking, rather stream of consciousness.
S

December 21, 2007 9:43 AM  
Blogger Jean says...

Thanke yew, Margot the beauteous!

xox

December 21, 2007 2:32 PM  
Blogger Jean says...

Dear Sarah: I am honored to have your stream of anything on my comment page because you rock!

Are you a Taurus, then?

My mother's birthstone was emerald. Now that is a beautiful stone. I have loved them forever, if they are high quality. I have always fancied some emerald studs from Tiff and Co below my two upper piercings which I wear diamonds in. Maybe if we hit the lottery I will get you a big old strand of perfect PEARLS you can bite with your teeth but not get any allergy to but look hot in, and me a pair of Tiffany emerald studs (I will remain sort of dull looking but hey!) and ...let's see, Margot is here...Margot gets : hmmm she is a Leo. Margot gets emeralds AND pearls. That solves a Leo conundrum! Yay!

December 21, 2007 2:41 PM  
Blogger JafaBrit's Art says...

Jean, those pearls are just really gorgeous, I LOVE them. Are you selling them individually or as a necklace( I didn't see them on your website)?

I have a book of Robert Herricks poems, so it was fun to see this blog entry :)

You are a hoot.

December 30, 2007 7:53 AM  

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