The Day Marelle Met Lancelot

Marelle Couture was an artist of remarkable talent, known for her ability to capture the beauty of nature with a stroke of her brush. One bright morning, she decided to venture into the countryside for a plein air painting session. Armed with her easel, paints, and an adventurous spirit, she set out to find the perfect spot to capture the essence of the landscape.

As she wandered deeper into the lush forest, Marelle’s heart raced with anticipation. The air was crisp, carrying with it the fragrant scents of blooming flowers and towering trees. Birds sang melodious tunes, adding a soothing soundtrack to her artistic journey.

After a while, Marelle stumbled upon a clearing unlike any she had ever seen. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. It was as if the very air was charged with an otherworldly energy.

Setting up her easel and canvas, Marelle began to paint, her brushstrokes flowing effortlessly as if guided by an invisible hand. Lost in her work, she hardly noticed the rustling of leaves and the gentle rumble of the earth beneath her feet.

Suddenly, a majestic creature emerged from the underbrush, its scales shimmering like molten gold in the sunlight. It was a dragon, unlike any mythical beast Marelle had ever imagined. Its eyes glinted with intelligence, and a sense of ancient wisdom emanated from its presence.

“Greetings, Marelle Couture,” the dragon’s voice resonated in her mind, a melodious symphony of thoughts.

Marelle’s heart skipped a beat as she gazed upon the magnificent being. “Who… who are you?” she stammered.

“I am Lancelot, a guardian of the realms,” the dragon replied. “I have been watching your artistic journey with great interest. Your passion and creativity have drawn me to you.”

Marelle’s eyes widened with wonder. “You’ve been watching me?”

“Yes,” Lancelot nodded. “I sense a rare gift within you, a connection to the creative forces that shape our world. I offer you a choice, Marelle Couture. Would you like to possess the power to craft Royal Crowns and other Rare Jewels and Treasures unlike any the world has ever seen?”

Marelle’s heart raced with excitement. The prospect of possessing such mystical powers was beyond her wildest dreams. She envisioned herself creating exquisite masterpieces that would inspire awe and wonder in all who beheld them.

“I accept,” she said, her voice quivering with anticipation.

Lancelot extended a clawed paw, touching Marelle’s forehead gently. In that instant, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, filling her with an exhilarating sense of power and purpose. The world around her seemed to come alive in new and vibrant ways.

As Marelle resumed her painting, she discovered that her brush held an enchanting magic of its own. With each stroke, she brought to life dazzling Royal Crowns, their jewels and gems radiating with an ethereal glow all in the landscape she began. Even Lancelot magically appeared adorned in a spectacular golden crown as a tree in the very forest she painted. As she left the forest Marelle knew she would never ever be the same. She went on to create Rare Jewels and Treasures that seemed to hold the very essence of nature itself.

Word of Marelle’s extraordinary creations spread far and wide, drawing admirers from across the realm. Kings and queens, explorers and scholars, all sought to acquire her works of art. Yet, Marelle remained humble, using her powers to create beauty that transcended the material world.

Years passed, and Marelle’s name became synonymous with awe-inspiring creativity. But amidst the acclaim and admiration, she never forgot the magical dragon Lancelot who had bestowed upon her this incredible gift.

On occasion, Marelle would venture back to the enchanted clearing, her heart full of gratitude. She would sit among the flowers and trees, her paintings coming to life under the watchful gaze of Lancelot, the guardian of the realms.

And so, the tale of Marelle Couture and the magical dragon Lancelot became a legend, a story whispered in hushed tones, a reminder that the world is filled with wonder and that even the most extraordinary dreams can come true in the most unexpected of ways.

The end

By Invitation Only

Korey and the Champ

True Story …. Korey and the Champ. (I promise this is not a long read ending up as a joke)My son Korey lived in an apartment across the lot from the MMA gym he trained at. He had gone there off and on for years and many times I would drop him off at one of the fighters homes to spar. It was a handful of times that I was able to take him I do not know how often he went on his own. He told me all about this young man and how he was getting his opportunity to get in a real ring. We got tickets to an Armory match, my son went alone to that as we had had an argument, (yes I totally regret that and I missed out on a fun time with my over some bullshit words). Afterwards, he told me his friend had won that match. I really wish I had been there. He told me all about this man as he was winning his way up the ladder and how amazing he was. “It is that guy you took me to his home mom, that is the guy I sparred with, he is now the state champ.” That was all I know about that young man. My son died just before Christmas and a friend of mine came with me to get the things out of his apartment to avoid me having to pay for January rent. On our way out I grabbed one of the presents under the tree intended for my son and I took it with me. When we got to the apartment the gym was closed, I was very early. It took quite some time getting everything out and when we were done there were a few cars now in front of the gym. I went in and saw three young men sitting on the mats just chatting. One came over to the door and asked me if I needed any help. “My son Korey Walmsley use to come here and he even sparred with the Champ”. The young man said “Oh yeah I know Korey, nice guy”. I thanked him and explained that my son had taken his life the night before as I pointed to his apartment across the parking lot. A kinder man he could not have been. He offered his sympathies and asked if I needed any help with anything. “Yes, I replied, I would like to get this to the Champ and let him know just how much my son admired him thru the years. He told me all about this man’s career, his wins, his losses and his victory to be the state Champ. He meant a lot to my son and I want him to know that.” I gave him the gift, it was a black Tap Out hat. He promised he would get it to him. I thanked him, hugged him and said good bye. As I headed out the door I stopped and said one more thing. “Ya know, I don’t even know what the Champ’s name is. Could you tell me what it is?” He said. “It’s me, I sparred with your son”. Still holding his composure again he asked, ” Is there anything I can do for you?” “Just wear this hat from time to time, I was going to give it to Korey for Christmas but I’d rather you have it, I know it would make my son happy.” The Champ promised he would and gave me a hug. I left in tears.To this day I still do not know nor will I look up this man’s name. I like the story as is. The End

Korey Francis Walmsley

Shine on You Crazy Diamond

Shine on You Crazy Diamond

Thought many of you could relate to the feeling of trying to get your point or idea heard and don’t know why others don’t see your vision.  It is so clear in your head, how can they not see it? I really thought everyone could and did think this way, in pictures.  Already in your mind for you to pull up when needed.

Welcome Mozart

I have been called crazy many many times, perhaps you have too, so many have.  In high school that was the first word of my nickname.  Sigh….  However, never ever have I ever been called stupid.  I have felt the sting of instant dislike but not due to lack of intelligence just an immediate look of hate before one word is even spoken.  Sometimes you wonder if they smelled you coming or something.  It can make even the most confident doubt oneself.  The perception of others.  Why does it even matter??

(If you ever ever doubt yourself due to another persons’ perception of you, please watch this lil link below it just might change your view of things.)

A Hater’s gonna hate.

Sometimes what you get is a surprise. God Has a unique purpose about such things. Talent you are born with is really a gift from God. Be glad he loaned it to you. What ever it may be, you could be ahead of your time.  You just never know.  Better to keep going and see what becomes then regret what never took place at all.  Doubt = Evil

Perhaps your like my father and prefer to watch Scooby Doo or Tom and Jerry to attending even one more MENSA meeting. He knew what he was and didn’t feel the need to take the ego root. Instead he read and read and read and read some more.  I am certain he is up in Heaven siting next in a cozy chair reading a book.

 

Voice of God

And as far as your haters go, keep going they already look ridiculous you don’t need to point it out.  Never stop perhaps your moment has yet to come.

 

ONWARD and Shine  …….  Shine on Crazy Diamond

The Little Paint Box

The Little Paint Box

The compulsion to create is always present.  A simple window shopping experience can relay into a million plus visuals that are put away for another time.  You can imagine how many visuals several years on the road can provide.  So, as we settle in our new home I set to task some artwork.  It is a simple little table someone gave us and my Papermate Pen worked well on the surface.  I drew what I call tattoos.  Little illustrations like the ones in the Pretty Prison Letters.

When my daughter woke up the next day I showed her my lil table.  She smiled and said it was real nice.  However, what she really thought was it was sad that all I had was a pen.  She didn’t have much money but she used some of it to get me a little acrylic paint set, it came with two little brushes.  She bought it just for the table.  I hadn’t considered putting color on it, I have never colored on any of my tattooed pieces.  I also never did them on furniture before.  I just really liked the look on clothing and purses.  I have no idea what happened to these but I thought they looked pretty.

That night while she was sleeping I started to paint on that table and I am delighted with the results.  I am sure I will be adding to it as time goes on….like I said, it is compulsory.

I did something else with this little box of paints.  I made myself a faux headboard and during the process I realized something.  While I may not be able to purchase anything right now, I certainly can paint whatever I want where I want it.  A B-52 bomber right above my bed there.  Heck I could even have it attacking Mothra or something.  Not too many people can buy that.  I fucking love my mighty little box of paints.  Thank you Lamby!!!!

To  be continued when the B-52 is done.

Will

A simple little word, will, yet so hard to muster up at times.  Success is very temporary in the face of great tragedy.  After the death of my son our health continued to decline and eventually an air test revealed what was killing all of us on 59 Division Street.  Nothing could stop what happened and yet no one helped our inevitable loss of everything.  Even my sons’ ashes had to be discarded, contaminated.  We have worked very hard during it all; even sleeping on the streets didn’t deter our determination to find our way back to life.

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When an artist can not create he or she becomes depressed, when depressed an artist can not create.  Another Holiday season is upon us and I wish it to be the last spent in sadness.  My son took his life just before Christmas and my Birthday as well as his.

I am taking this miserable existence and turning it into a Christmas miracle.  We have already made the new website and am setting up the online shop.  It is difficult to ask for help but that is what I have had to do as of late.

There is always hope if you have the will to sustain it.  Will is a mighty word backed by great action if you have the courage to wield it.

Please never give up for if you are an artist you are in the company of God quite often, He whisperers ideas to you all the time.  His will.

Praying for a Miracle

Custom Bridal Jewelry, Bijoux de Mariage Belle Personnalisé….

Passage of time brought together anew…

Exquisite beauties…Coming soon To Hopscotch Couture just for you…..

We are going to be rolling out some new Bridal Bling Beauties… All vintage rhinestone jewelry, memories from the past, brought together to their Divine Destiny as a keepsake to pass down to future generations. A passage of time, each piece a bit of history once loved. That is what is so different and unique about each and every one. I take love from the past and put together love divine anew….Only One for the One and Only You..

Custom orders and layaway are always welcome.  Each piece just the way you want it and the freedom to pay for it your way. 

Imagine adding personal touches that have great meaning just to you.  Or perhaps adding some pieces broken long ago belonging to someone once so special now a part of your wedding day.  It is all possible today.

For Generations Sake….

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_1These 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.

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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

 

Gold evening Purse Couture Shimmer Gold Bag by HopscotchCouture

Gold evening Purse Couture Shimmer Gold Bag by HopscotchCouture (clipped to polyvore.com)

Biggest Giveaway to date @ Hopscotch Couture

#GIVEAWAY …Shopping Spree   More details to come on my FB page

THE BIGGEST GIVEAWAY EVER!!! A shopping spree!! My son had a fascination with the number 1111. He said he saw it all the time, on a clock, a sign, just randomly everywhere. He even had it tattooed on his arm. Since he has passed away, myself and others that knew him are also constantly seeing the number 1111 throughout the day. When we see it we all say Hello to him. So I was thinking that a giveaway shopping spree in the amount of $1,111 is in order.

This one is open to anyone! Even if you English is not very good, you will have no trouble playing this game. What I can tell you is it will be a race to find the winning ticket, (so to speak). We have not set a date and want to give everyone time to get ready. Yes, this will be a ready set go!!! giveaway. I will also post the time the race will start and the time zone I am in. You will have to be ready so if your in another time zone, find out the difference so you can participate. Like I said this is the BIGGEST GIVEAWAY yet. A $1,111 shopping spree at Hopscotch Couture.

If you should so happen to see the number 1111 during you day, please look up and say hello to my Korey.  Thank you.