Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Behind the Scenes: A Peek into the Jewelry-Making Process















Whenever I like someone's work—be that person an artist, a writer, or a designer—I become curious about her. What does she do every day, who does she live with, what does she love? So I thought you might want to know some of the same things about me. Here's a little bit about me, my family, my business, and how I spend my days.

I live in Arlington, VA (a suburb of Washington DC), with my husband, our 12-year-old son, and our adopted toy poodle. I also have a daughter who's in college in Philadelphia.

I spend my days in a quiet, cozy office/studio that my husband built for me when we remodeled our house about 10 years ago (that was nice of him, right?) I work at a big, scuffed-up table we bought when we lived in Hong Kong  right after we got married (random interesting fact: my daughter was born there).

I single-handedly manage all aspects of my small jewelry business, which includes sourcing materials, designing and making jewelry (which I sell on Etsy and at local stores), marketing, interacting with store owners and customers, doing shows, and record keeping. I also work as
 a writer/editor at Georgetown University. 

When there's any time left over, you usually can find me hanging out with my family, going for a long walk, reading a novel or watching a movie on my iPad, drinking a cup of extremely strong coffee, or shopping. Confession: I'm a shopping addict.

I've always loved beautiful things. I was past 40 when I discovered that I also love to make beautiful things and share them with others. By then I already had two kids, a house, and all the responsibilities that come with being an adult and a parent (a job, a mortgage, and my turn driving the carpool to gymnastics practice—to name a few). That makes for a busy life—and juggling everything can be overwhelming at times. But I don't for a second regret launching my jewelry business. The experience has taught me that it's never to late to grow, learn, or start anew.

Love,

Ruth

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