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  • A Dinner for Herm

    Herm holding his pet raccoon, Fidget when he was about ten years old Herm holding his pet raccoon, Fidget when he was about ten years old

    Every other May we hold a Dinner for Herm.  A night where we invite everyone to come and celebrate Holly and Patience's son, Holland C. Gregg IV, otherwise known as "Herm".  

    Herm lost his 3 year battle with Hodgkin's Lymphoma when he was 26 years old.  Towards the end of his arduous fight, he met Dr. Cath Bollard who was working at MD Anderson at the time.  She instantly connected with Herm and has stayed in close contact with the Gregg family since his passing.  Dr. Bollard has made extraordinary leaps towards a cure with her research and we continue to support her and the Leukemia & Lymphoma society by raising monies through the Holland C. Gregg IV Research Fund. 

    On the years we do not hold the dinner, we still send out a mailing as a small reminder to save the date for next May, as well as continue the awareness and support to the LLS research for a cure.

    Patience writes a story about Herm in these mailings and we wanted to share it with you (below).  If you are interested in receiving these annual mailings, we would love to add you to our list.  Please feel free to contact us via our website or email us at info@patiencebrewster.com with your residential mailing address. We are forever grateful for all of your love and support. Thank you.

    I have a habit of flicking through my photographs.

    Of course, there are pictures of Herm as a bright eyed baby, then as a two year old with his new sister.

    At that age, Herm would climb up into Mariettaís crib and put his arm gently around her. I never had a single worry about him with fragile new life.

    He had held our cats, dogs, bunnies, mice and chinchillas. Later, he had the touch with orphaned skunks and raccoons, naked baby birds and squirrels fallen from nests.

    Each one needed lots of attention and nurturing until their eventual healthy passage back into their natural habitat.

    Even the tiniest life was given love and healing.

    Who would have guessed that Herm, who grew up to be strong and bright and happy, would one day be as vulnerable as a fledgling?

    Who could imagine that we would have to resort to the toxicity of chemotherapy, radiation and transplant in an attempt to cure his Hodgkin's Lymphoma?

    Thank goodness, thank science and research, that milestones are being reached in cancer treatment, that future patients can have more hope.

    Polio virus is being used to effectively treat brain cancer, AIDS virus is being used to treat Leukemias. These studies are all part of groundbreaking immune based therapies being developed to ignite the patients own immune system and wipe out cancer.

    The Holland Chauncey Gregg IV Fund helps support research to develop targeted immunotherapy that might have been able to save Hermís life today.  This immunotherapy has no side effects, is done as an out patient infusion and has had a 50% success rate for patients with the worst prognoses including patients who have failed all other therapies.

    Wouldn't we all like to see cures without side effects and the devastation of multiple toxins?  It has always seemed archaic.

    And wouldn't we all like to see these novel therapies being developed sooner rather than later?

    This year we do not have our Dinner for Herm, but send this note to you. Cancer continues to affect us all. Unsuspecting people are diagnosed every day. So, every other year, we simply ask, if at all possible, that you might send continued support to the Holland Chauncey Gregg IV Fund. 

    With our deep appreciation and wishes for your health and prosperity,

    from Herm, Holly, Patience, Marietta, Jim, the entire Gregg family, PBI and the LLS

     

    								

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  • Finishing Touches

    See a sneak peek of our lengthy handmade process that each and every piece goes through before it gets to you!  We filmed this video in the Philippines last year, when Patience was perfecting her designs that you see available in 2015! We hope you enjoy!

    https://youtu.be/yCuwmFRQ1eg via @YouTube

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  • The roots to our recipes

    My two grandmothers were very different and very good friends. They both lived into their late 90’s.

    Grammie Withy had help in the kitchen. She knew what people liked and she put on spreads for her eight children and their copious children and her many grands, great grands and friends,  making each one of us feel like her special guest.

    GrammieWithie Grammie Withy (Withington) in her younger years

    Gramma Brewster cooked and baked with ease and the more the merrier in the kitchen. She had a practical nature using every piece of stale bread, grapefruit rind and cup of sour milk turning them in to yummy custards, pancakes and desert.

    GrammaBrewster Gramma Brewster on the left

    Do you remember when you could still use your milk when it turned?  Can’t do that today. Milk has certainly changed.

    Have you ever had a candied grapefruit rind? Surprisingly delicious. I thought I’d try her recipe when I was in college. It took about a week to make. Cannot say I have done that often since!

    She made each one of her fifty odd grandchildren a “Rocky Pond” chocolate cake for their birthday every year.  She poured her frosting over the cake and its seven or eight fat marshmallows (those were the rocks) on top. It melted into the marshmallows and the cake a little bit before it hardened creating a soft layer under a slightly crispy hardened outer layer. It was a treat for us as children and continued to be even when we went off to college. It instantly transported us back to childhood. Such a thrill to find a heavy square package in otherwise sparse mail box!

    My grandmother created a cook book of old pilgrim recipes and illustrated it as a fund raiser. It went into at least four editions with lots of old fashioned simple recipes and lore using the abundance of harvests and making the best out of ingredients at hand: Cod and clams, corn and potatoes. The concepts we are re-discovering today. There are lots of recipes calling for 'fat back' and pork scraps. Although these ingredients seem modern due to the chokingly over-used trend and resurgent love for all things pork.

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    In there are some gems I use today, popovers, corn breads, apple pan dowdy, fish chowder.

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    My dad’s famous fish cakes or fish balls are in there, unbelievably good, and directions for a clambake ( Indian style or “modern style”) on the beach which I remember being one of the most fun, let alone delicious ways to spend a summer afternoon and evening on the beach. I remember eating the crispy pieces of salty sea weed off the hot stones.
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    There is an ancient Fannie Farmer Cook Book recipe, we live by, I have never had it anywhere but out of one of my relatives ovens. The recipe was taped inside my mother’s kitchen cabinet door for this creamy custardy centered, crispy crusted spider corn bread or spider corn cake we grew up with. 
    A spider, the pan it is cooked in, is a cast iron fry pan with thin legs which kept it up off the coals while baking. Today we use a cast iron skillet.

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    My children and all their cousins got up on stools, just like my siblings and I did, to make the cornbread treat with my mother and father. In truth, it was both a way to busy us and to fill up many little bellies. It was ritualistic and with great anticipation that we waited 50 minutes to discover just how good this one would be.

     

    IMG_4842 Ingredients needed for Spider Corn Bread
    IMG_4854 Last step is to pour a cup of milk on top of the mixture right before you slip it in the over
    You pour sweet milk over the batter before it goes in the oven.
    The secret would be revealed when you cut into the bread. One never knew how warm and gooey, how custardy or how thick the buttermilk center would be.
    Perfect!

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     It is supposed to be spring, but the only things edible so far in my garden are the chives, some of us had the cornbread with chive butter, but it really did not need a thing.
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    IMG_4881 Holly and the rest of the office were our official taste-testing crew!

    Spider Corn Bread Recipe:

    Preheat oven to 350 degrees and place skillet in the oven to warm up as well.

    Mix the following ingredients together:

    1 1/3 cup of Corn Meal

    1/3 cup of Flour

    1 teaspoon of Baking Soda

    Add to that-

    1 cup buttermilk

    2 eggs (beaten)

    1 cup of milk

    1/4 cup of sugar

    1 teaspoon of salt

    Once mixed, place 1 1/2 tablespoons of butter into warm skillet to melt and coat the pan.

    Pour mixture into the pan.

    Then pour another cup of sweet milk  in a circular motion over mixture in the skillet.

    Place in oven and check after 35 minutes.  The top should be golden brown without much movement when you jiggle it slightly. Remove from oven and allow to cool for 5-10 minutes.  Best served warm!

     

     

     

    								

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  • The mother of all mothers

    Patience's mother in 1955 on Plymouth Beach Patience's mother in 1955 on Plymouth Beach

    I had the mother of all mothers.

    She was made of curiosity, passion, boundless energy and love.

    She had been a sculptor, a painter, she made the wooden crib that her children were nestled into when they were born, the little wooden chair we sat in, the monogrammed hammered silver box on her dresser. She made her clothes and most of ours. She even made my father's bow ties. She made me several winter coats from upholstery fabric. She knit our sweaters and hats.

    She gardened, rode horses, leapt into a jack knife from the high dive, went skinny dipping, mountain climbing, berry picking, skiing, skating, sailing and fishing. She could fillet and skin a perch or “pull down the pajamas of a frog for frog legs in seconds.

    Then, boy, could she dress up! She could waltz, French braid, debate with dignitaries and commune with the hopeless.

    My mother went to nursery training school to become an educator. Who knows if she needed to because she was a born teacher, she could not help herself.

    I discovered at my mother's funeral that she had taught her younger brother, who was playing college football at the time, how to punt!

    I was truly one of the lucky ones. She had six children, but her capacity for love extended beyond us to generations of children and adults to whom she taught endless riding lessons. Thrown in for free were pearls of wisdom on country life, cleaning stalls, manners, diction, posture and nutrition.

    She was using the words "empty calories" and preaching on the evils of sugar and unnatural ingredients while conjuring solutions for over population and pollution in the 1950's.

    She woke early, her flashing teeth smiling broadly, ready to take huge appreciative bites out of the day. She was the carpe of any diem.

    She adored us and she adored her husband.

    She was a cheerleader of life, a gardener of good, happiest on the back of a horse until the age of 86.

    In her last years, despite severe pain, she never lost her faith, her bravery or her hopes for this world that she found so utterly marvelous!

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    "Lalla" with her horse Alyss in 1938 "Lalla" with her horse Alyss in 1938
    Marietta, second to left, with her sisters and cousins Marietta, second to left, with her sisters and cousins
    Marietta and Spencer, the day after their wedding- May 24, 1942 Marietta and Spencer, the day after their wedding- May 24, 1942
    Patience with her mother in 1954 Patience with her mother in 1954
    Tennis dresses made by Lalla for her four daughters in 1960 Tennis dresses made by Lalla for her four daughters in 1960
    Marietta with Marietta, grandmother and granddaughter with same name and birthday Marietta with Marietta, grandmother and granddaughter with same name and birthday
    Lalla at her house in Plymouth in October 1993 Lalla at her house in Plymouth in October 1993
    Lalla with her great-grandaughter, Isa, in 2004
    • […] unique ornaments (and other things). She also has a blog, where she recently paid tribute to her mother. You really have to read the blog post. It nearly made me cry, and I never even met the woman! The […]

    • […] be a wonderful post to write. Patience wrote a fantastic post about her mother, which you can read here. Marietta sounds like she was one heck of a […]

    • Your mother had a huge influence on me in my Girl Scout days. She would take me to the house on E. Place Road and serve me a proper tea. She always took just and we always had such a grand time. She showed me your first book which was made with your drawings and fabric. She will always be in my heart for the special treat of her time & life lessons she gave me. I know live a few houses Dow from there and think of her every time drive by.

    • I simply adored Lalla...no other words necessary. Thank you for sharing her!!!

    • Patience, your mom was such a "pisser" as the family used to say. Some of these photos truly resonate for me... Lalla was generous, playful, strong, inspiring and fun! Thank you for sharing this....it brings back so many wonderful memories.

    • Follow your line and your life as a fellow Skaneateles person.... this tribute to your mom is wonderful; and now we know how you came by so many of your gifts... Vicki Condie MacTavish

    • Wonderful post about your Mom! To this day I still remember that red poncho she made you...that you wore to Cold Spring school! I loved it so much and begged my Mom to make me one...she didn't :(

    • Hi Patience, I am not sure that we have met but I feel like I know you because through many years at the Beach Club and spending time with Bailey Cook at your parents and growing up with JoJo I know many of your family members and relatives. This is such a beautiful story about your mother. She was a very special person and feel blessed to have known her. Thank you for sharing. I very much enjoyed this article. Fondly, Sarah Gillette.

    • I have been a neighbor of your parents since 1987. I live on Clifford Road. I walked passed your parents house on a daily basis especially when my children were young. She was a warm friendly lady. Aways came out to see my children. We loved Lala and Spencer.

    • Patience, every post you have shared that I've read has spoken to me, but none more than this. Your tribute is obviously fitting this remarkable lady. She reminds me of my own remarkable mother, though I don't think my mom could do leap so gracefully as your mother in that first photo. I suspect her daughter is following right along in her footsteps. I sense that you two exhibit this long list of incredible accomplishments. Happy Mother's Day!

    								

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  • This Artist's Artifacts

    Almost thirty years ago, my dad brought me this oak legal filing cabinet that had belonged to my great grandfather. He had been using it for the hammers, nails and rusty hinges in his shop.

    He had told me that he would give it to me someday and, sure enough, he did. He restored it and drove it out to Skaneateles where I filled it right up with drawings, paper and letters. It honestly saved me, providing sorely needed storage and a path to organization.

    Patience's legal filing cabinet that was passed down from her father. Originally it belonged to her Great Grandfather Patience's legal filing cabinet that was passed down from her Great Grandfather.

    Two years later, he brought me four doors from a screen belonging to that same great grandfather. After living a posh life, the homeless doors had been stashed in the dank rafters of a dusty garage.

    Each of the door's panels had different inlaid flora and fauna on the front. The backs were again different from the fronts!

    My dad trusted I would do something with the doors but instead, I am sorry to say, they spent nearly three decades propped up in my house looking pretty but at a loss for purpose.

    I dreamed about a cabinet to store the boxes of teetering artwork stacked in my house. But the project was too pricey and I was doubtful it could meet my lofty expectations.

    The doors waited.

    Then, a friend, Heather Bruno Sears, reminded me that I knew a magician, the very one who converted my porch into a useable space without compromising its antiquity.

    I was nervous to put the doors into new hands and new wood, but David Lee was confident he could house them in the way that would respect them. We drew up a plan.

    There were rickety mirrors in some doors and horse hair behind glass in others, half of them were cracked. That was a stumper for a while.

    I have a college friend who makes the most beautiful textiles on earth.

    Believe it or not, he had the perfect fabric, hand-woven horse hair and sisal. Incredible! And the color was exactly right.

    Add to that the fact that my dad was once in the rope business back when rope was made from sisal and he had horses from the moment he could build a tiny barn (at age 14) until the day he died.

    Here is the beautiful result.

    David Lee did the most thoughtful job. He matched the color and patina of the wood perfectly on the top and sides of the cabinet.

    Thank you David, Thank you James Gould and Rogers and Goffigon.

    Thank you Spencer H Brewster and Sherman L. Whipple.

    Cabinet crafted by David Lee, made with panel that have been in Patience's family for centuries Cabinet crafted by David Lee, made with panel that have been in Patience's family for centuries
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    Rose Inlay Rose Inlay
    Rogers and Goffigon Fabric Rogers and Goffigon Fabric
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  • Easter and a Hare amidst the Heirlooms

    Easter and a Hare amidst the Heirlooms

    There would be a reason to color eggs and buy pretty sweets this Easter!  We would have yung’uns  sprinkled among the oldsters!

    We would range from one year old to 90!

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    Ironing napkins and polishing silver to get ready makes me happy. It somehow brings several generations back to the table.

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    No forced greens or pussy willows this year. We were still so frozen so that I couldn’t even get my Christmas evergreens out of my window boxes!!

    Usually a pale palette for me, this Easter would be bright!

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    Roasted asparagus and carrots, greens with grapefruit and lemony dressing. At least we would put sunshine on our tastebuds!

    My daughter arrived with flowers in her hair and children filled the house. Now it felt like EASTER!

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    Old and new everywhere. The Easter bunny came! There was a happy hunt among true believers.

    Little ones peering out the windows trying to catch sight of a retreating Easter Bunny tail found several white tail deer out there instead to delight them.

    My nephew's ceramic ring of birds surrounds nests that were made by little wrens with the hair groomed from of the manes and tails of my mother’s ponies
    A D56 bunny of mine stood next to a vintage sheep A D56 bunny of mine stood next to a vintage sheep
    My grandmother’s silhouette of my daughter in a new frame My grandmother’s silhouette of my daughter in a new frame
    Another grandmother’s iron bunny on a cabbage leaf Another grandmother’s iron bunny on a cabbage leaf

    New tea cups on the table for tea brewed in this tea pot. A replica of one brought over by my 11th great grandfather’s in 1620, now quite old on its own.

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    As it says in this pretty calligraphy that it was “exactly copied and reproduced by Richard Briggs of Boston in 1871”!

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    Easter through the decades!

    1954 Sarah, Spint, Anne, Patience and Marlee 1954 Sarah, Spint, Anne, Patience and Marlee
    1959 Patience and her sister Katharyn 1959 Patience and her sister Katharyn
    1982 Marietta Patience, Herm with Meep and Millie 1982 Marietta & Patience
    Herm with Meep the cat and Millie the dog Herm with Meep the cat and Millie the dog
    1983 Marietta Holly & Herm 1983 Marietta Holly & Herm
    1984 Marietta and Herm with wild bunny 1984 Marietta and Herm with wild bunny

    								

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  • Puppy Love

    Book cover of Patience's "Too Many Puppies" Book cover of Patience's "Too Many Puppies"

    In 1995 while working on a slightly autobiographical children's book called "Too Many Puppies",

    Patience asked a local breeder if she could look at her brand new puppies, not to buy, just to look, just for research.
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    She brought her two children who picked out and fell in mad love with Henry from first sight.
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    Poor 13 year old Matilda, Tilly, had to deal the tiny new boy.
    Tily and Henry as a puppy Tily and Henry as a puppy
    Eventually Henry became, not only the dog of our dreams but, years later became Tilly's seeing eye dog, leading her around when she could not see or hear.
    Tily and Henry again, a few years later Tily and Henry again, a few years later
    He also led to many people searching for a dog just like him, from New York to Massachusetts to California. He created a big demand for his breeder.
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    Puppies that made many people happy.
    Herm with Henry Herm with Henry
    Marietta with Henry in her overalls, Patience, Lalla, her mother, and Holland, her son. Marietta with Henry in her overalls, Patience, Lalla, her mother, and Holland, her son
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  • Handmade Ornaments

    When I designed ornaments for D56, I heard, "You should come to Asia to see how these are made!", every year.

    It was not until I started my own manufacturing company that I bought a ticket and went to see for myself!

    That year I was met by serious faces on artisans diligently molding and painting our ornaments and gifts. But after I asked if I could take a picture, I would hear giggles and see wide smiles. I was delighted to hear them laugh. I take their work seriously and was happy not only to discover that they take their work seriously too, but that they were having fun doing it!

    Our ornaments are made in homes, back yards and in two very small, primitive workshops. My "agent" and has become a sculptor and a painter in her own right working right along with all of us.

    She has brought my drawings to life for 15 years and knows me and my brain.

    The first time I met her, she said, “Your greens are never just green. They are first a layer of yellow and then

    a layer of different blues, different greens mixed with a tiny bit of red. We layer the paint in the same way, to make it glow.”

    A woman after my own heart! She knows where to find painters and sculptors with an eye for deciphering my artwork and mimicking not only the shape the form, but even the illusion of shape and form.

    I now know the serious faces were a "here comes the boss lady” effect. It wore off quickly in the Philippines where we let everyone know how much we appreciate their efforts. They now know that I am looking very closely at everything, but am well aware that we have to get it right together.

    For the first few years, my husband and I were very wet behind the ears. We had major shipping issues to figure out. There was a monsoon and our storage warehouse was flooded. Reindeer were floating down rivers that, hours earlier, had been streets. My agent and her sister were stranded four stories up in a building with water up to the second floor with no food or water other than what was brought to a window by a boat for several days.

    As it is everywhere, weather in Manila is getting worse.

    In our warehouse, there is always a mountain of packing material. Shredded, recycled paper is formed by hand for each and every ornament while packaging . One year, we had a fire in the middle of the night, due to a MIA watchman and the perfect kindling.

    The entire place, all our product, but worse, all our molds and wooden sculptures went up in smoke!

    Our packaging has been taken into careful consideration to ensure that our pieces arrive safely and unbroken Our packaging has been taken into careful consideration to ensure that our pieces arrive safely and unbroken
    All of the packaging and labeling process is done in the same place as where the pieces are sculpted, painted and polished All of the packaging and labeling process is done in the same place as where the pieces are sculpted, painted and polished

    The process of making these ornaments it is wildly intensive and complicated. Not one thing is done by machine other than the printing of the packaging. But, even then, the labels and stamps are applied by hand.

    I have been asked to delve a bit into this process of making our product.

    After brewing for four or five months, I create some ideas and eventually a pile of drawings in full color and in various views.  I send over the drawing the sculpting process begins.

    Initial illustration of Maude Moose Initial illustration of Maude Moose
    Maude's secondary view for the sculptors reference Maude's secondary view for the sculptors reference

    Special wood is purchased and, for six or seven months, the sculptors create beautiful wooden versions of the art. Most of the pieces today are done by one man, but, there is a support team of three or four apprentice sculptors each year. Each piece takes several days to several weeks depending on the size or complexity. We communicate and work on changes needed in shapes and details via e mailed photos.

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    When the sculptures are perfect, the mold making process begins. A wooden piece is placed face up in a specially shaped bed of polymer clay to create a platform to make a rubber silicon mold. Once that is formed and dry, the other side of the piece is done by placing it now, face down to mold to create the other half of the rubber mold. Some of my ornaments require many molds, maybe 2, 3 to 7 or more just to make the parts  needed to assemble ONE ornament. Once the rubber molds are made and dry, wet stone resin is painted by hand into the molds very carefully with little brushes to avoid any air bubbles,  insuring every tiny nostril and digit will be perfect.

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    Eventually you have a white blank which is going to be sanded and prepared for paint

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    Then we go through the same correction and adjustment process with paint and the glitter. Then details like gold and silver leaf, wired stars, tulle, or feathers are added. Looking at lots of photographs, we revise until the pieces are as close as possible to the original art and to what we want to send to our customer.

    When I make the trip around the globe to Manilla, I will find pieces in all stages of development. Some will be almost finished, some will need tweaking, some will still be in the molding stage, some in the painting stage, some will be an unfinished wooden sculpture. Those we attack right away, with sharp tools and warm clay to get them finished as time is of the essence. The sculptor continues work on the tougher pieces, I might add and remove clay, my agent does fine polishing and refining in preparation for the molds. We are all adjusting color and glitter, tutus, hanging ribbons, structure and packaging.  All this just for the very first finished piece.

    Finally that one finished perfect piece is ready to be made into a few samples and then, eventually, production! That, my friends, is a story for another day!

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  • MEXICO!!!

    Holly and I got an escape from the frigid north!

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    I visited my sister Marlee in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.

    She has been a source of inspiration and friendship for me since the day I was born!

    I am just going to send you pictures and you easily will see why.

    I get to sleep in this room!

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    And wake up to this view!

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    And eat up her delicious breakfasts,

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    Scones

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    One morning, Tio, the gardener, took his machete to fetch us fresh coconuts from this palm tree, right outside her kitchen window.

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    Her house is filled with beautiful artwork, much of it done by her sons

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    Both sons are sculptors and painters.

    Brewster Brockmann, the oldest, also teaches clay workshops. He digs and prepares his Mexican clay himself, then his lucky students get to learn his secrets in his inspiring story-teller company while they build their pieces, then he fires their work and his in a traditional Mexican low fire kiln he built near his studio.

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    Brewster also has a shop "Galeria Olinala" filled with Antique danced Mexican Masks Mexican crafts and his family’s work.

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    Brewster Patience's nephew, Brewster in his shop Galeria Olinala

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    My sister’s younger son, Pipo, Guillermo Brockmann’s work and studio

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    My sister’s pintings  (Marlee Brewster Brockmann)

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    And her husband, Javier Brockmann's drawings:

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    Then there is the market.. for food and textiles!

    Fruit

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    And fabric and clothing!

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    Then there are the wall colors :

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    Holly stands in front of a turquoise palate Holly stands in front of a turquoise palate

    And the water

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    And the view at the end of the day.

    Who would want to leave?

    Not me, but I brought all this back to help me work on 2016!!

    • Patience, this looks to be the perfect spot to escape the snowy winters of NY. Mexico offers such beautiful colors and textures. We've enjoyed our vacations to San Miguel, Guadalajara, and Oaxaca and also in Guatemala. How special to have family living there, and such a talented family to inspire. ;-)

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  • Woodland Collection

    CroppedWoodland Our Woodland Group of Maude Moose, Albert Bear, Milton Moose, Woodland Santa, and Victoria Bear (click images to see product pages)

    I spent an extraordinary amount of time last winter staring at moose: their anatomy, their odd galumphing grace and their oversized expressive faces- through the glory of Google.

    I am dying to see one in real life.

    Someday.

    I drew a male and then a female.

    MooseFiguresFront Maude and Milton Moose Figures (click on image to see product page)

    That led to thinking about where they live. They like the woods and marshes, cannot survive in the heat, love the snow.

    I drew two friendly evergreens wearing snow shoes for them.

    Woodland Sisal Snowshoe Trees Woodland Sisal Snowshoe Trees

    Who else loves the woods? Bears like the woods.

    Imagining them as woodland royalty, they evolved into ornaments and figures. What would they wear?

    Albert and Victoria Bear Figures (click image to go to product page) Albert and Victoria Bear Figures (click image to go to product page)

    Practical, dignified attire and understated crowns. Nothing that would get in the way while foraging for dinner.

    Then came the smaller woodland folk: a happy industrious raccoon for my son and a curious baby owl for one of my favorite young smarty pants. For this reason, they are the children of the woods so I put them on swings.

    Huck the Raccoon ornament Huck the Raccoon ornament
    Olivia Owl ornament Olivia Owl ornament

    Smallest of all are Pip and Squeak, two mice traveling on snow shoes to tidy the forest floor.

    Pip and Squeak Snowshoe Mice Pip and Squeak Snowshoe Mice

    Now I have a whole world of woodland forest dwellers gathered and dressed in festive muck lucks and polished crowns.

    I needed a surprise for the band of creatures, so in came a new fresh snowy Santa in feathers and flowers. He brings the tiniest, tiniest owl to return to her nest in the woods.

    Our Woodland Santa ornament Our Woodland Santa ornament

    								

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