In 1974 I stopped in Tahoe City, with every intention of continuing my trip to Wyoming.   I have called this beautiful place home ever since. 

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I grew up in a small town in Wyoming surrounded by women who knew how to us a needle and thread.  I learned to knit from a neighbor lady, learned to tat literally at my grandmother’s knee, learned to sew through 4-H, and my mother taught me to bead on a small loom.  I was captured by the geometry of creating something of beauty by putting beads on a string.  I beaded off and on through the ups and downs of middle life, mostly for my own pleasure until retirement allowed me the time to renew my affair with beadwork.

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Today I rarely use a loom, rather choosing to create slowly and deliberately, one bead at a time, with a needle and thread.  I use small and very small glass beads, weaving them into earrings, bracelets and necklaces.   I have mastered many of the seemingly endless ways to string beads, peyote, herringbone, right angle, cubic right angle and these very structured techniques are the path to creating something beautiful and unique.  Then there are the beads - so many brilliant colors and fantastic shapes of glass.  I love beads, I love to hunt for them, I love to collect them, I love the feel of them, and I love to create beautiful jewelry with them.