Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Saturday, January 30, 2016

In the Studio:

I was happy to have the opportunity to work in my studio again last week. I drilled and played with some sea stones, sea glass and silver bangles. Here are a few new pieces I listed in my shop. You can find me on Etsy: Denise Dion Designs.

Monday, November 23, 2015

BIG Holiday Sale!

Black Friday weekend is here! It's the official beginning of the Holiday shopping season. I will be having a 30% off sale in my shop, Denise Dion Designs, all week long. You can skip the crowded stores and choose some wonderful holiday jewelry gifts from the comfort of your home. Use code 'November30' to receive 30% off your complete order at checkout.This coupon code will be valid until Monday, November 30. Click here to be taken to my shop on Etsy: Denise Dion Designs.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Spring is like a perhaps hand 
(which comes carefully 
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing 
carefully there a strange 
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window 
(carefully to
and fro moving New and 
Old things,while
people stare carefully 
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.
e.e. cummings

Thursday, February 19, 2015

In a Word:

Moonrise by D. H. Lawrence
And who has seen the moon, who has not seen
Her rise from out the chamber of the deep,
Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber
Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw
Confession of delight upon the wave,
Littering the waves with her own superscription
Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards us
Spread out and known at last, and we are sure
That beauty is a thing beyond the grave,
That perfect, bright experience never falls
To nothingness, and time will dim the moon
Sooner than our full consummation here
In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

In a Word:

Serenity by Edward Rowland Sill

Be still,—be still!
Midnight’s arch is broken
In thy ceaseless ripples.
Dark and cold below them
Runs the troubled water,—
Only on its bosom,
Shimmering and trembling,
Doth the glinted star-shine
Sparkle and cease.

Be still,—be still!
Boundless truth is shattered
On thy hurrying current.
Rest, with face uplifted,
Calm, serenely quiet;
Drink the deathless beauty—
Thrills of love and wonder
Sinking, shining, star-like;
Till the mirrored heaven
Hollow down within thee
Holy deeps unfathomed,
Where far thoughts go floating,
And low voices wander
Whispering peace.