Life in the Garden

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Jewelry Trunk Show

Eternity Symbol

Today’s jewelry show features more mourning jewelry from the Victorian age.

Skull Mourning Ring
Ruby & Diamond Skull Mourning Ring
Vintage Mourning Jewelry
Vintage Mourning Jewelry

Plaited hair woven into the eternity/infinity symbol..serpent style! These styles are a lost art and are very collectible. Recently I talked with a funeral director in Ohio who collects the hair art. She wondered if the community come out for an exhibit on Memento Mori….at the funeral home?

cheap cremation urn jewelry for ashes

And then we have the modern designs of cremation jewelry that blend the ancient symbols of circles, wings and feathers and leaves the skulls and scales in the past:

Eternity Urn Necklace
Eternity Urn Necklace
Infinity Urn Necklace
Infinity Urn Pendant

Winged Urn Necklace

Urn Garden Cremation Jewelry

New Urn Jewelry

There’s not many choices for urn bracelets, so it’s exciting when a new style becomes available for families that want it. We’ve been working this week on our new collection of urn jewelry, cremation rings and bracelets and matching urn pendants.

Eternity Urn Bracelet

The circle is an ancient symbol of Eternity. Beaded leather and 14 K yellow gold combine for a contemporary urn bracelet design. Our urn jewelry blends the simplicity of the Eternity symbol that discreetly holds a trace of cremation ash, lock of hair, or other small loving memento. Comes with full instructions and necessary tools for filling. Also available in sterling silver.

Garden Tour

For me, a good indicator of caffeine overload is when I spring out of my chair for no apparent reason. That’s when I usually call a meeting with the advisory team and take a stroll.

This past week has been so golden that it’s hard to stay in the house and I had the good fortune of touring one of my neighbor’s rose gardens. She planted these beauties 56 years ago. She thinks they look terrible, she doesn’t have the energy these days to care for them. Although, I’ve admired her work from afar, I’d never seen them up close. To my untrained eye, they were gorgeous.

She was also kind enough to give me cuttings of this unknown flower that an elderly friend had given her years ago. I can’t wait to sprinkle the seeds next spring.

Added bonus, she revealed the secret to fighting the powdery mildew that is so prevalent in the hood. Even more remarkable about this lady and master gardener? She’s blind.

So I’m walking along, passed under the big green tree and literally got misted. The thing sprayed me right in the face! Why you cryin’? Notice that the sidewalk is dry except for directly under the tree.

I plucked a leaf to see if it was sticky or wet, actually felt a little oily. Can I get a tree id over here please?

Meet My Lovers:

Dragon, the Chihuahua. Adorable.

And darling Hoover across the street, who’s new and has separation anxiety. Every time his owners leave he starts the barking. I may work him into the advisory team meetings to divert his attention.

A little further down the road, there was this loud and proud display:

Work it!

And speaking of working it, when I arrived back to the World Headquarters, this effer was hunting out of the birdbath.

Looking down, at first I thought this metal piece was off of the lawn mower, and then I realized it’s some sort of crow bar. I promptly went and checked all my doors and windows…….

Paranoid much?

Charter Members of the Widow’s Club

Urn Garden was inspired by the women in my life that have been left behind, by their husbands and partners. My grandmother, Etta Mae was the first founding member. She’s the developer of the memorial garden concept that inspired this project. Etta lost Gene in 1995 to cancer after 50 plus years of marriage. A lot of history there, plus four kids. A year later, she lost her first born son. And now in her 80’s, she still rocks my world.

And then my girls: Three girlfriends- all widows before age 35. Within a two year period. All with young kids.

Donna was the first. She lived in an isolated area on 600 acres in Cherokee Nation, with her hub, two kids, goats, donkeys, five dogs, and few cats. Her husband, Jeff was killed in a car accident in 1996.

In 1997, my old roommate Jan (who’s BFF with Donna) was in the process of ending her marriage after 10 years and two little girls. It was rocky, and her husband wasn’t going quietly, he’d been stalking Jan and calling me at work trying to make sense of it all. On a Wednesday afternoon he called my office, clearly distraught, I knew I’d have to tell him that these therapy sessions were over. As the weekend neared, Jan was a little wary because she hadn’t heard from him and it was his weekend to have the girls. On Saturday morning, she journeyed to his place with kids in tow, and knew driving over, this would not be a good scene.

His car was there, but no signs of activity. She left the kids in the car and went inside. The house was dark and quiet. He was asleep on the bed. With a bullet in his head.

In 1998, Susan joined this sad club. She was left with a three year old son and no family in the area. Her talented artist husband shot himself at the end of December. JP was the one that dropped the bomb. He had to tell me three times, because I couldn’t grasp the message. I’m surprised he didn’t slap my face to snap me out of it. Not a Happy New Year.

Happily, with the exception of Etta, the girls have moved on, re-married and re-built their lives. None of these ladies have blogs, websites, or a crippling internet addiction. But because of that connection, we’ll use this space to introduce you to a few recent members of the club that no one wants to join.