The Angelic Series by Marelle Wednesday, Mar 2 2016 

“Only One for the One and Only You.”

Inspiration:
My inspiration for this collection was to create Ethereal Angelic pieces to add to my Angel Series.  It was imperative that each piece frame the face beautifully.  Every necklace and headpiece I create is to be custom fitted as to compliment, not compete with one’s outfit or hairstyle.  Every piece is guaranteed to be one of a kind.

Every piece I create, including this series, is inspired by the materials I am using.  I never sketch a design. Rather, I let the pieces unfold into an accessory of fine art.  I only use quality vintage trinkets and treasures so no two pieces are ever the same.  That was my biggest inspiration when creating my line….give new life to previously loved, vintage treasures.  It is true that an object holds onto the energy of its previous owners so great care is taken when acquiring these vintage treasures.

Depending on the pieces I am using and the surface they are being adhered to determines what method I will use to attach them.  I often work on several pieces at one time.  Laying pieces of treasure, sometimes taking hours, deciding on just the right placement for my canvas.  Whether that canvas be a purse, hat, or an actual canvas.  I would suggest to any gal to experiment with a brooch, scarf, a little something to set your accessories apart. And always be up to trying on your jewellery in new ways. I’ve had people use my necklaces as head wraps. I guess what I would like to say is be you in every sense. Your fashion is a reflection of your fabulous individuality, so flaunt it!

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11:11 A Minute in Time…. Friday, Feb 26 2016 

He told me it started so long ago, soon after my brother passed away.  His body left for my mother to find, who would have guessed her fate would one day be mine.  He loved his uncle so big and fun.  He loved video games and my darling son.  After all was over one possession was given to his loving Nephew, an alarm clock, when plugged in the time read 11:11.  He was quite young maybe 8 or so and he felt he should have gotten more from his dear departed Uncle.  As the years went by it became increasingly aware he saw 11:11 everywhere.  He realized he probably got the greatest gift of all for 11:11 is one of the most sacred numbers of them all.  Year after year he would mention it and so when he was an adult on his arm it would go.  His number in ink for all to see.  Branded 11:11 as proud as could be.

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We must back track a bit to when he was just 3, he was inquisitive and bright with a look so seriously.  I remember one occasion on the Merry Go Round his first ever.  He looked all around with a pensive stare, a woman commented, “I guess he didn’t like his fare.”  No she was wrong a dear friend pointed out, he is looking at all the mechanisms, how it moved about.  We went around again and again and he took it all in….God only knows what a mind lie within.  It was at the same age my father taught him to play chess.  My father was a genius, Mensa can attest.  (He went to one meeting and said it was pointless, everyone talking about how smart they are, I’d rather be home watching Scooby Doo or Tom and Jerry.  That was my father he knew what mattered.) So here he was learning the challenging game of chess by the age of 5 my father gave it his best.  He couldn’t beat my son not one more time, he didn’t want to play anymore with that brilliant son of mine.  If you are English you know how funny that was, what is the point if you know you will loose no matter the cause.

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He was a beautiful child with dimples for days, I called him cow eyes for they had the deepest gaze.  Deep and dark and hard to deny, he was a beautiful soul and wished to fly.  That is him my Carmel kid, what a beauty my God did give.

Time however decided to be quite cruel in ways one dares not even think of until it happens to you.  A most perilous situation I found myself in, moving was our only course of action and that my greatest sin.  Bullied and picked on in ways I never knew, for his cow eyes now were angry, nothing bright or new.  He found some solace in music and martial arts at least I hope.  Both came naturally….”Can’t everyone read music?”  “No my son I assure you nadda nope.”  His talents spilled over into art and intellect he doubted his gifts every step of the way, but 11:11 followed him every day.  I was ill most of his childhood as my daughter knows well, she has been caring for me for as long as she can tell.  All her life, but her story is for another day 11:11  is the minute in this time on this day.

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As he grew into a young man he was so strong and silent.  Hard to understand.  With every gift of discernment God gave me I couldn’t read him but he could read me.  If I so much as thought of a word I wanted to say it would fly out of his mouth, he was so much faster that way.  I told him of his gifts, he just didn’t know, he was blessed too. The gift of knowing.

The unkind years they took it’s toll and he was angry and rightfully so.  Yet still a decision had to be made, do we live in fear in hopes he can be saved.  I gave it my all, I called everyone, pleaded with Doctors to look beyond, he wasn’t just another one.  The Valley With a Heart or so they say.  They failed to mention it was a cold heart made of poisonous clay.  I thought if I could just keep trying and I failed I would find some comfort in the effort although to no avail.  We had some moments I cherish that is true, there were some kind words tucked in between the two.   11:11 One minute in time filled with so much meaning and that clock you can’t unwind.

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I would later find that number was his destiny for it’s meaning is so fine, half Angel half Human, a call to the divine.  I remember the day he opened his mind to God, he found a sign in the library, funny he and my father spent much of their time there.  It was a random book he pulled off the shelf and a bookmark fell out and on it read…”One moment can change a day, One day can change a life and One life can change the world.”  It was the moment I had prayed for all of his life.  Before that book mark he would hear nothing of the Lord, why would he, after all he endured.  He even found a church around the corner where he stayed, he just walked in and joined with the others and began to pray.  He knew not what religion nor did he or I care.  He asked me to attend with him and one Sunday I was well enough and I swear….St. Mary’s was the church, the faith of generations before him.  A Catholic Church with the name that bore him.

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I watched my MMA trainer, my darling son deteriorate before my eyes, my cries heard by no one.  Doctors looking at the tears in my eyes.  He was just another number, like cattle at best. I asked everyone please pray, I am watching my son die a little each day.  Then he showed up at my house as he would like clockwork, on my porch he stood.  He wanted to show me his second tattoo…the 11:11 on his right arm fresh and new.  He beamed with delight and pride.  I admired it and cherished his smiling eyes.  For 3 months we talked and we laughed it was so wonderful getting to know him again. Although he was incredibly sad he managed many a grin. No matter the day no matter what mood we were in, we always said I love you and I am proud to say those were the last words we uttered before he slipped away.  Those were some of the best days I will never forget making Christmas cookies together and drinking tea.   He was proud of his Very English name, that Crest graced his other arm.  That is where I will spread his ashes, after one stop at the pub…all drinks on me, we will celebrate in style the English way, with a pint and a smile.   Hip hip hurray!!

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WE are all born with two sides with pertinacity to sin.  It is clear when you look at him the battle he was in….

He begged me to forgive him if he didn’t make it at all, he felt he missed his awakening to God’s  call.  We talked over and over about this every day.  I told him the fact that he found God meant he awakened that day.  Then one morning I was going to the hospital, it was an often occurrence, this time destination Morristown and he asked to come along.  As we awaited our ride he told me something I remember every day.  “The goal when you die mom is to forgive those who hurt you.”  “To not be the Grim Reaper and take vengeance afforded you.”  I only listened most of the time he spoke as I got ready and grabbed my coat.  We got to the ER and I was rushed inside, when your a heart patient that is the way of it, the front of the line you go into a private room.  My son was pacing and very nervous more than most days.  I saw why when I was to have a test done and wheeled away. Smack dab in front of my private room was a sign, my right hand to God …..it read…(they said they put it there above the shredder so employees would be more careful of the documents they shredded.)

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I asked him if he saw it and yes of course he did, he noticed everything, including the room I was in..#1111, I still have a hard time with that one.  I received no care that day, nothing new, the trip was solely for me to see what I already knew I was loosing my son.

Everyday he would call at exactly 8:36am, to ask to come over and just spend the day within his safe haven, not my house, not my home, but in my heart he was never alone.  Until the day the phone didn’t ring, I told myself things like Oh he probably slept in.  I called all day and finally the time came.  With a screwdriver in hand I was going in.  I had no key, I was going in, he left the key, he knew I would be going in.  And there he was lying face down, I will never forget that moment or the lack of sound.  After the police arrived I sort of floated out, I looked up and said…”I don’t blame you one bit baby, you fought a hell of a fight, your time to sit this one out.”  The day was 12/20/13, just days before my Birthday, then Christmas and on 12/30 he would have been 22.  For 11 days every year it is hell to get thru.  Only 8 months later we lost our home all we had, my daughter and I all alone no deeper sadness I have ever had.  The Valley With A Heart where no Catholic church would bless his ashes.  I brought him back home to the church where he was baptized and the Priest did something no other funeral has ever had, he did the Christmas prayer for my son Korey Francis. “He was God’s gift that year, he wanted a dear friend to sit near, he chose Korey Francis, my son, for his grandest gift.”Father said.   What that priest did was give me a way to process it somewhat emotionally, yes what a gift.  MY SON was chosen above them all.  My half man half angel now entertains God in heaven with deep conversation and I imagine he plays chess with my father with mutual admiration.

He left me a note but that is only for me.  What I will say is weeks after his death I found out his friend Eric put that 11:11 tattoo on his arm.  He asked me if I wanted the stencil because Korey drew it with his owe hand, he just inked it on.

Of all the possessions we lost somehow this tracing paper thin stencil survived and when I am ready I will have it put on my skin.  My only tattoo in memory of my only son in remembrance of the battle he did win.

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Korey Francis you were one of the great ones.  It is not your fault no one saw that in you.  The spiritual Warfare battle you fought only you truly knew.  I hear you loud and clear and this post was most hard to do but the words just spilled onto the keyboard, no need to write.  You did it for me perfectly worded, to save someone or perhaps many down here….For whoever needs to read your words you whispered in my ear.

Not a moment goes by I think and wonder what Korey would say as he flew on by…..always with me my precious son, my body guard stronger than anyone.  I love you always my only son……Mom the Proudest one.

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Marelle Couture Bridal Collection Slideshow. Friday, Feb 26 2016 

Dedicated to generations of true love, unfeathered none above.  For there still is for a hopeful few….a heart that beats just for you…..Marelle

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNaEepK5wfU

 

 

For Generations Sake…. Friday, Feb 26 2016 

A Generation in Time, Finely Refined for Their Destiny Fulfilled…Destiny Divine.

https://www.etsy.com/listing/92005781/statement-bridal-combs-white-glass?ref=shop_home_feat_1chichichuang_2bThese elaborate hair pieces started out in a wonderful tiny town in Holland and were beaded by a worn elderly woman’s hand many many years ago..she passed before she was able to create what she had in mind.  I hope I did her tedious Glass beading justice for they are my favorite and most photographed design. It will be a sad day when they leave but they will go where they belong…just as these hand crochet pansies over 80 years old.

https://www.etsy.com/listing/124020458/flower-bib-necklace-spring-statement?ref=shop_home_active_15&ga_search_query=flowers

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The woman I purchased them from was so happy to see what I had done, her mother would love them she said.  Then she had second thoughts and I was told she wished she had kept some for her to behold.  I had a few of them framed and was delighted to put them in her frail little hands, they were her mother’s after all and she was about her age when she passed.  That is what I do with every piece I create, I bring back memories from days gone by with quality you can’t go into a store and buy.  Each piece is one of a kind for I can’t even remake…they only come from heaven’s sake.  God Bless each and every soul that is in each and every piece I have had the honor to unfold.  It is an honor indeed and I thank you all.

 

Marelle

 

Faith in Marriage Friday, Feb 19 2016 

The wedding of Clare and Ciarán.

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Just when you think you have figured it out.  When you realize the fairy tales of the knight on the white horse is just that, a tale.  You see the reality all around you….love is crowned as a mere accessory…..a ring followed by a marriage  that looks good on paper.  It is just a matter of time before the inevitable split of assets and dividing of time spread out on paper all for the sake of the children.  They not like they read in the same fairy tales from our youth?  Then there are some that go by the same book of nonsensical  rules on how to land the partner you want.  Or, by happenstance,  chance, are they encouraged to wait, to hold out for the right one.  A Love so strong only God can provide.

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I think back on how my Grandparents looked at each other with great tenderness.  They were far from rich but from the start of there love they were committed and greatly rewarded for it.  They survived the depression, oppression and the wave of modern ass backward thinking.  Through it all there loving gaze never wavered.  Theirs’ was a marriage built on faith and understanding.  I still hear the phrase in my mind when money was tight, my grandmother saying….”As long as you are able to pay your bills your doing alright.”  He a factory worker, she a seamstress so blessed with one another money never entered their Holy Union or dampened their devotion to their Love…

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So where did that generation love lessons go??  How did we stray so far from what is real and what is impulse.  Who is dressing up the windows of our life these days?  Pretty Bridal reality shows on TV for all the world to see, and for what? Ratings?  And why are we buying into it?

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I have been blessed to be an admittedly small part in many great tales of love thru my clients.  I am honored to hear how their romance formed, how they first met.  Grand is the word I would use to describe these romantic encounters.   It is an honor to create the keepsake of some of those great unions.  I sometimes wonder how it will all turn out.   I go through boxes and boxes of discarded jewelry from years ago.  Countless engravings of heartfelt sentiments wind up on the auction floor to be cast off to the highest bidder.  I can’t help but wonder why……img009

Didn’t anyone find the sentiment of what those tokens represented or were they now looked upon as thorns quickly to be removed.  I still have and wear my grandmothers engagement ring, as seen in this picture around my neck.  It was a white sapphire given to my wonderful Grandmother with a promise of a diamond.  My Grandfather didn’t want to risk her getting away.  A promise he kept for he was always a man of his word.  That symbol of their love diamond was graced upon her finger but I find the first promise of a man’s love too deep to wait, for an object of consumerism to seal their future, more beautiful than any other piece of jewelry I own.  The ring  no longer holds a stone instead it hangs from a chain framing a cherub beautifully.  This seemingly understated charm necklace holds the love no one could break it went on as the precious circle the ring was meant to symbolize, love unending.

As all objects from the past do, they hold on to the energy of the previous owner…

So where did that generation’s lessons go??  How did we stray so far from what is real and what is impulse?  Who is dressing up the windows of our life these days?  And why are we buying into it?  If you look very carefully you sometimes get a glimpse of that type of true love today. I am not a die hard cynic or a negative thinker in any way.  In fact, just the opposite is true…I am a hopeless romantic.  I believe you never ever look for a man….  Rather, he finds you somewhere along the many roads along the way of life.

Each and every piece of jewelry I choose and each precious gem I include has to feel just right. Its’ energy absolutely perfect for the brides I have come to adore.

When designing Clares’ wedding neck piece, I labored many sleepless nights until it was just.  Many hours are spent getting the neckline to lay just right. The flow of the pieces woven together in harmony.  Always considering the way the future bride will wear her hair.  I am framing her face and walking the fine line of complimenting not competing with her perfect dress.   I always ask what personal sentiments may I include in the piece.  What has meaning to you and your future betrothed ?  In all the years of creating custom Wedding Jewelry and all Custom pieces for various events…. only one, just one…..Clare, who answered that question most perfectly.  “Faith in God is most precious to my holy union.”

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She was the first and only one to this day to ask that I incorporate a crucifix into her neck piece.  I felt such joy, for I had a container filled with many crosses to choose from.  Now I had the long awaited opportunity to open it.  I must also add that this particular neck piece was also one of the more challenging of many to make.  The weight had to be quite light and I was unable to obtain exact measurements.  It is also the first time I admitted openly that I may not be able to accomplish the piece Clare had in mind.  Upon her insistence…. I kept designing and redesigning styles….they were not quite what she was looking for.

 

The wedding day was getting closer and the last thing I would ever wish is to cause a bride distress or even inconvenience on her special day.  I believe Clare knew the problem was the weight limit.  How could I create such a grand piece worthy of this most special union and make it very light.  I told her I am a woman of faith, and Clare gave me permission to just forget the limits do my thing.  I told her I would say a prayer and let God figure out the measurements and it will be just fine.  I’m sure Clare didn’t know how I acquired the same degree of faith she had, nor did I know how she acquired hers.  Her personal journey to this moment was one of great challenge and blessings along the way.

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It all turned out beautifully in the end.  The neck piece arrived in time and the fit was precise right down to the centimeter.  A necklace made out of faith for a very rare couple and their marriage based entirely on that….faith and faith alone.

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A more beautiful love story I have yet to hear.  For now I do know how and why Clare walks her days in God’s grace and she knows my story as well.  It was not until after her special day that we exchanged those details.  I don’t think we were suppose to before her wedding day.  After all this was a very rare, most grand tale, something barely seen these days.

This was meant to be, blessed by God.  This was truly a marriage of love and faith……and they will live happily ever after of that I am sure.  It is my pleasure to have her permission to share small bits of her heart touching love story.  Some day soon it will be told fully in just the right Magazine.

Marelle

Photography Copyright (c) 2012, Paula O’Hara

This amazing wedding has been featured on Love My Dress and here is the link to the wedding of Clare and Ciarán….

The End….for now.

Marelle

 

Salt Protection Pendant/Amulet, Sel Protection Pendentif Wednesday, Feb 17 2016 

Salt has been used for many generations to ward off negativity and aid in protection. My Grandmother used it in this manner and was a devote Catholic. I just love this feeling of protection and I have small sachets hung on my doors to the outside of our house. You never know who is going to stop by and leave some draining energy. It is also used in prayer services by some devote Christians to ward off evil and cleanse a home.

What ever your beliefs may be they are quite stunning. I usually create these one of a kind Amulets on a made to order basis. Simply contact me to get the process started and have a personal piece of jewelry that does more than just look pretty.  It is also used by many brides wishing to insure their special day and marriage be one of happiness and protection from all evil.

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God Bless You All…..Marelle Couture

 

Sir Pied Piper Paul Monday, Feb 15 2016 

The Incredible Sir Pied Piper Paul…..

It is on this day I would like to pay tribute to an amazing man. He does all he can to attend and promote every single art, music, or spoken word gathering of all the poets, painters and musicians in the Poconos. If you want to take in any art form, music, film, a bit of culture perhaps, he is the one that knows all the happenings…Sir Pied Piper of the Poconos my friend Paul. Most simply call him paparazzi Paul. I see him as Much Grander than them all. Selfless and kind, an honor to know. It took me a decade to finally meet him and hug my dear old/ new friend. A decade after he published my story. “Rebecca’s Weary” in his Forwardian (Magazine)

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He also works tirelessly on The The Forwardian Arts Society, Forwardian Performing Arts Society, & Films Sought for Forwardian Film Festival he is dedicated to them all.

He asks for nothing, nothing at all. His one wish would be to have his magazine in print for all to see, something tangible for people to hold. He cares not if it is in Black & White or glossy color or gold, just a legacy of years dedication to the arts from deep within his Soul. He deserves so much more. It is my hope that someday he will hand me that first printed copy and I will be well enough to have our first cup of coffee that we have waited so long for. (And geez lueez a new camera please).

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For over a decade we have been planning a show, one with my art along side the perfect pairing of his poems…..his written words are sublime, like pieces from another time. They take me back to a time when love letters where written and sealed with melted wax. Cracked open by the recipient to reveal brave words of admiration, loss and true love. He really is a true romantic, a humble man and one of the greatest poets of our time. Not many know that about him, his poems read like something out of a dream. I am so very honored to know you Paul, you will always be in my prayers and my heart.

So, God I ask you on this day, please make this happen in your grand way. I leave it in your hands Lord to pair our talents for many to see. NY is where I wish it to be, but you know best. He is greater, kinder and more selfless than most he promotes. He deserves to no longer simply be known as Paparazzi Paul. For he is Paul Adam Smeltz, the greatest poet of them all. I love you and all you do, in case you thought I forgot about you. My Darling Sir Pied Piper Poet, I honor you.

And to whom ever can make this happen I do vow, I will donate ALL the proceeds of my paintings in half. One half for the Forwardian and the other half to the charity of your choosing. For the one that makes this happen will be making a dream come true. Not just for Paul but for me too. God Bless and thank you…… Marelle

Purse Etiquette / Bourse Etiqutte Monday, Feb 15 2016 

The fine art of Purse Etiquette or Bourse Etiqutte, yes there is a way a woman carries her bag or purse that sends a message….

When was the last time you picked up a copy of Emily Post’s Guide to Etiquette? Although I’m sure it has been a while, it is important for Mademoiselles to know the subtle nuances of etiquette when out and about on the streets and social society.

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1. Let’s take, for today, the proper way to carry your bag,
(*Note: the difference between a purse and a handbag is price.
A purse is valued at under $100, a bag at over. ), I found that to be quite the factoid.
2. When you are walking around, your bag should be situated in your left hand, in the crook of your left elbow, or on your left shoulder. Notice a pattern? LEFT.

3. When passing a friend on the street, you should be able to easily offer your right hand to greet without jostling your bag out of the way. Your right hand should always be available to socialize.

4. When you carry your bag in your right hand, on your right shoulder, or particularly in the crook of your right elbow, you are, in essence, flipping the world off and letting them know you are rude and socially unavailable.  In other words….leave me alone if you please.

5. If you carry a briefcase, this rule does not apply to you as rigidly. It is commonly accepted that one who works, and therefore has a briefcase, does not always have time to be sociable. Your purse may then be carried on your left and your briefcase in your right hand. (good to know)

6.When you are dining, your bag may not be placed on the table. Ever Ever. Really. It is considered incredibly rude, even if you are carrying a Haute Couture, to place your bag on the dining surface. Your bag has two possible resting sites:

A.  If it is day, you may place your bag in an empty chair (at the same table, do not drag another chair to your table just to avoid the floor. Yes, germs and bacterial are there but you should remedy that with a wipe of your choice.

B.  You may also place your bag on the floor to the left of you. (Why the left? Because the server should be coming to your place setting from the right, and you certainly do not want to trip him. Also, for your protection–it is much more obvious to reach with your right hand to the place on your left to try to steal someone’s bag than it is to lean with your left.

C.  Finally, because when you stand up at the end of your meal, you should be able to seamlessly pick up your bag with your left hand and shake hands with your meal partners.) You may never place your bag on the back or arm of the chair. We are Social Ladies, and, therefore, we are not tacky or risky to allow for a quick snatch and grab.

D.  If is it evening, you may place your bag in your lap, under your napkin, or behind you in your chair. Those are your only two options. Well, if you are sitting on a bench-style seat, you may place your bag between you and your date.  Bench seating is not very classy but in any seating arrangement you can carry off grace and elegance by sitting up straight, head held high and smile invitingly.

Thank you to Emily Post for your Etiquette to dos.  I think next we will look into the dos and don’t of the world of Haberdashery.

Marelle Couture

Gold evening Purse Couture Shimmer Gold Bag by HopscotchCouture Saturday, Jan 30 2016 

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The Divine Destiny of Making Royal Crowns Saturday, Jan 23 2016 

By Marelle Couture

 

It always begins with one single piece.  It may be brass, tarnished silver, broken jewelry, wood, or even glass.  Something catches my eye and the process begins.  Each crown is created in the same way…..every piece of the crown is dependent on the others.  Like dominoes in reverse.

 

For this crown I wanted to create a grand piece of art with many surprises hidden in and around.  Only pieces of age and wisdom, tattered by time and memories are used.  I feel like I am giving a second life to something that had great meaning to someone from long ago.  My hope is that it makes them happy, not forgotten.

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It is a slow process adhering each piece together.  Many different methods are used depending on what materials I am using.  For this crown a special industrial epoxy was used for much of it.  In some cases one single piece would take days for the epoxy to cure before I could continue.

That beautiful beaded bottom fabric was once on a beautiful vintage dress.  All torn and tattered….all but for it’s best feature, the collier.  The little cherub, a milk pitcher, even an old train token.  Anything is fair game.  We have smashed type writers and old clocks that stopped ticking years ago.  And for what?  You know the saying…” You can’t take it with you.”….. but that does not mean a little piece of you can’t live on.  I wonder who the woman was that wore that brass headband or the one who used the upside down thimble holding it in place.  The love that was put into each piece of clothing she sewed or sock she mended, now sits atop a crown of great stature.

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Old key holes, not ones you can buy at a craft store…no no no.  These you find at salvage yards, estate sales and on it goes.  Do you see the fishing lure on the left?  That was mine from my own tackle box.  It was given to me by my father, I prefer live bait so on the crown it went.  I always always put a lil bit of me in each and every piece I make.  Not just the crowns….in everything.

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The details in this crown are abundant.  The tiny cherub is now surrounded by many new creatures, treasures and he now delicately holds the Blessed Mother charm on his wing.  This is what I wanted when I started this piece.  Surprises from every angle.  The more  you look the more you see.  Many of my pieces have little containers or pill boxes you can open.  Some owners of my work may never even find them….it makes me smile.

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Surprises abound and surround this piece of wearable art.  The furs I use are and always will be vintage. I use torn coats, outdated for some reason or another, shawls, hats, etc.  You may not agree with my reason for using it at all.  That is understandable.  I am and always will be an animal lover.  My father and I use to stop even on highways to grab a turtle, or hurt bird.  Cars flying past us on windy upper part of Route 23, where no one can see what is ahead…all to save a snapper turtle.  I detest animal cruelty in all forms.  I am also a realist….sadly there is a market for fur items.  We all know this, I feel and I pray by using vintage fur, perhaps that is one less animal used for fashion.  I also believe it pays homage to the creature that wore his or her coat with pride.  That is why Hopscotch Couture will never ever use new materials, not fur, not silk, etc.  Not on my watch.

           Heavy is the head that wears the crown…….Wear it well.

 

Photographer Presley Ann
Model Kristina Schroeder
Hair and Makeup by T Cooper Mua

This majestic crown below was created with the same attention to detail.  Like all the crowns before and after this one…..I allow them to become the Divine Destiny of their previous owners…..Decadence by Design.

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Antique drawer pulls, buttons, and chains.

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Wings from a broken angel that once graced the top of a families Christmas tree.

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Another Brass Beauty…..

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One of my first.  It started out as a vintage beaded headband and the rest was left to circumstance.

These last two are works in progress.  One Brass…One Glass.  I can’t wait to see their Divine Destiny.

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For you see we are all works in progress.  Broken bits here and there, with patina from scars of long ago.  We are ALL here creating our own Divine Destiny.   And we are ALL Decadent by design…just consider the artist that created you.

Marelle Couture

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