Awhile back, I introduced/teased you with the smaller version of the Normissima earrings: the Norma lacy baby.  Though I didn’t have any good pictures for the sweet babies and I had not one iota of a moment to list them in my online shop.  And lately the lace earrings have been getting more attention.  I recently mentioned the Interview by the awesome FB over at the Fabulously Broke in the City blog.  Check it out if you get a moment; I really liked the questions she asked and the Normissimas make an appearance.  Here they are for a refresher:

Normissima sexy lacies

I found this awesome 40s vintage lace from a fellow Etsian and I knew immediately I had to turn it into earrings.  At the time, I had been dreaming of mixing old fabric (preferably lace) and metal—and this lace was a match made in heaven.  I carefully stiffen the lace overnight.  I “glue” the fabric in huge batches for efficacy after I’ve cut them into the shapes of my liking.  After I determine what the design needs by staring at it for awhile and then I usually do something wild with skinny sterling silver wire.  My friend Jen, from her killer salon next door, says she loves how delicate the lace looks with the hardness of the wire.  I. LOVE. CONTRASTS.

After that interview, something magical happened…One of my favorite bloggers, Jena, from the Modish blog featured my Charlotte’s Grace earrings along with a collection of other very fine items.  I was SO excited and I’m SO not afraid to gush it out here.  This is what it looks like and if you haven’t ever checked out her blog, you should go over there NOW:

Betsy on Modish

If you love the lacies, you should go for it.  Everyone’s doin’ it!!  As promised then, here are the smaller (more tame) version of the above Normissima earrings.  These are a direct link to my online shop to buy, so –WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?  You deserve to look this hot:

Norma Lacy Baby earrings

I hope you all have a glorious day!!

***Song of the Moment: Furr, by Blitzen Trapper***

Least favorite part of the evening: getting footed.

It’s a new term (brand new, actually, Will and I made it up last night). I don’t typically dress really fancily, much less, wear high heels. I’m quite tall as it is and in my world those heely bleeps are more of a pain than a beauty. Though every once and awhile, I like to bust out my hotness from the winter cedar chest of summer protection. I mean, I like to show the world that I can do it too! And it’s pure, baby!! Sure, I might be a little wobbly, but I’m capable. I can!

The past three days, however, have been incredibly intense for me. My body has been in overdrive trying to bust out as many new designs and construct as many pieces as my little calloused hands can handle. The awesome thing is that I have some super sweet new things that I’ve quickly created (like: fat huge hoops made from old curtain rod holders, some new necklaces made from the same, new necklaces from old door numbers (all one-of-a-kind…look out for all these newbies, I’ll be posting soon). I’ve also done a new product photo shoot for a bunch of new designs that I haven’t listed yet. AND I’m making rings now!!! Soooooo exciting. That’s all happened in the past three days. So…you can tell that I was a little ill prepared to add the heels to an already shaky frame.

Yesterday was a 16 hour day for me. WHAT!?!!! I just counted that and I’m a little stunned myself. I had no idea I worked that much. yikes. I gotsta get a hold on that.

But I WAS brave …I turned the blinds down in my studio, heated up the hair straightener, hiked up my nylons, put on my smokey look + rouge, threw on my black dress, picked out the perfect jewels (which would change twice through the evening), and finally, slipped on my heels (high boot wedge thingys). That was around 3 yesterday.

By the time Will and I put the last display item back into the car, around 10, I was SPENT and my feet had disappeared…except I could feel them. And I mean really feel them. I kept thinking up powerful images and scenarios, like someone had shot my legs through the bottom of my feet…OR that I had hypothermia in my feet and the feeling was starting to come back, but without any painkillers…man that would be wretched…OR that I was walking on fire, veery sloooowly…OR that I was strapped to a bed where people were constantly tickling my feet and I couldn’t escape.

All really great thoughts, but FINALLY I came up with the perfect analogy: I had been SCALPED, but on my feet.

I disclosed my thoughts to Will immediately and felt proud of how perfectly they described my current status. Then I said, “HEELED, I’VE BEEN HEELED”! (and kind of liked how ironic that sounded) But then I realized that only covered one area of my WHOLE two feet whose blood was ready to burst out into a new creek if given the opportunity.

Then he said it, he coined it, perfectly and so cooly, “Betsy, you’ve been footed“.

Duh.

We had a nice laugh about that one and I added an awesome new word to my vocabulary. Hopefully, you all will add it too.

After, looks like:

Feels like:

Thanks, everyone, for getting through that one with me.

***Song of the Moment: Thriftstore Jewelry, by The Bad Plus***