Sacred Moon Creative Works

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This is me and two of my dogs. Maggie and Ruby.
I don't have Ruby anymore, but I do have a rescue Beagle named Dixie.



This is a favorite photo from my youth. I grew up in Coal Valley, IL.


Where to start?
I have always loved art, art and horses are my earliest loves.
I love to try new crafts, which explains the diversity that I have.
Talent ran in my moms side of the family, sadly, I lost my momma when I was 20.
I have some of her paintings.
She liked to oil paint, do ceramics, sculpt, water color, paper quilling, shrinky dinks, paper dolls and real dolls, she dearly loved dolls.
My mother did a mail order correspondence at The Doll Hospital School and became a doll doctor.
I looked it up and found the book, 1966. So, she did this with 2 small children underfoot.
I have her book, somewhere, in my creative mess.
She collected and repaired dolls of many types.
She was an excellent sewer, made many of my childhood dresses and doll clothes.
Momma bought a Dremel Mototool when I was a young teen and started my love of woodcarving.
She let me dabble in her oil paints. I remember a horrendous buckskin horse that I did.
The colors were vibrant and I suppose she saw promise.
I can remember sitting at the kitchen table in Coal Valley, IL playing with gray clay.
The house had 3 feet thick stone walls, and it still stands today, although I do not know who owns it.
A cherry tree in the side yard where my sister, Anna, and best friend Traci would sit in and gorge on cherries until Grandpa would come chase us out of the tree. He warned us that the branches were brittle and would break.
They never did, though.
She then remarried, and we moved into the country of Coal Valley, and I changed schools from Moline to Orion, where I went my Senior year.
We lived with Mom, our step-dad, Jim, and Grandma Grace.
Grace had went to college in the Depression Era, and was just full of tales.
I wish I could remember some.
She had been an English teacher, so we learned a bit more good grammar and proper speaking.
She was never loud, she was always soft spoken.
Grace taught my sister how to play piano and taught me how to tat.
The farm was one half of one square mile and we had run of all of it, and we had a blast!
It was a great place to finish growing up!
I graduated in May of 1980 and got married in June of 1980.
I moved to Manchester, Iowa, a dairy farm.
150 miles away from home.
My husband, Dale, encouraged my attempts, I oil painted, tatted up a storm, crocheted some, experimented with tiny polymer clay sculptures, and I am sure I did more artistic things there, but can't remember any.
A short 3 years later, I found myself living at my Dads, my mom was sick with Emphysema and dying.
I had left my firstborn in Manchester with his father and Grandparents.
I was sleeping on the couch at my dads, no way to support a baby and I knew his grandparents would have sold the farm to keep my son. I could not take my boys' heritage away from him.
I hate that my baby had to grow up without a mother, but he had a Grandmother that loved him so much and I knew he was well taken care of.
My mother passed in May (1983), and after some altercations with my step-mother, Dad finally bought me a cute little fixer upper house in Moline, IL.
We spent quite a bit of time, remodeling both the house and the yard.
I learned how to drywall, plaster walls and build stairs.
I painted, sewed a vulture from a felt skirt that my dads mom gave me. Dad miter cut a 2 inch log and nailed it in a corner of the dining room and my life size vulture had a perch.
My easel sat in a corner of the dining room, and I painted a lot.
A couple of years later (1986), after I lost my dad to cancer, I was alone with 2 babies, one a year old and one a new born, living in public housing and on welfare.
We were in a 2 bedroom duplex in Springbrook Courts, I had a monthly check and a lot of time on my hands.
I made stuff. I made a lot of stuff.
I had found Sculpy again. I remember making a hollow dragon that was about 7 inches tall, hollow because it would cost too much to made him solid.
I do remember piecing him together, the dragon falling apart because of lack of support.
I learned a lot from that project!
We made most of our own Christmas decorations.
I made flour and salt animals for the walls and painted them with cheap acrylic paint.
I was still tatting and remember getting a couple of shuttles, by mail, from Bluebird Woodcrafts.
They were three dollars each.
This started my love of wooden shuttles.
A year passed, I had another baby, and lost one due to a corrupt system. He was handicapped, and claimed I had to be specially trained to keep him. I jumped through hoops to numerous to mention, it did no good.
I even married his father, trying to get him back. I had lost one son, I did not want to loose this one, too.
In the end, they won, I was pregnant, again, and the marriage did not last 4 months.
By the time my youngest daughter was in school, I was living with my youngest sister, her husband and daughter.
We crafted a bunch of things, bombed out at a couple of arts and crafts shows, but we kept on.
Then, my little sister gets this idea. She wants to make her husband a wallet for Christmas.
We fell in love with Tandy Leather.
I blame her for my leather obsession. It is every aspect of art, rolled into one. Drawing your design, carving it into the leather, beveling, smoothing, shaping, sewing, painting, and finishing it.
I was in love with leather.
I made, and sold, oodles of cigarette cases, wallets, a few belts, bags and such.
I came home from work and went straight to the workbench, ate dinner, back to the bench.
In the morning, I took the girls to school, went to work, the girls walked to my work after school, each had a cup in my van to get their refill (my manager let them, as long as we had cups)then, home again and back to the workbench.
We did a lot of 'family stuff', fishing, the park, sightseeing, it took 2 cars to get us there, but we all went.
I discovered chainsaw carving. I had to try it.
So, I got a chainsaw. The boyfriend, at the time, had a friend with a wrecker.
He brought me bigger and bigger logs.
I did a bass, an eagle, I don't remember what all, gave them away.
Then, he brought me a giant log, with the wrecker.
The kids had the cutest little plastic alligator, so, that's what I started carving, a huge alligator, or cutesie gator, as we called him.
We moved to Kentucky before it was done.
After a year, we moved in with Fred, the owner of the truck wash where I worked.
He took in a woman with 3 teenage girls. Fred was a brave man.
It took him a year, but he convinced me to marry him.
Fred encourage my artistic endeavors, he was great at fixing the computer when it screwed up.
Fred had done some leather working as a kid, and dug out over 100 stamps, patterns, a ruby tipped swivel knife blade and he built me another bench.
We had great plans to move out of the trailer park and onto some land, but Fate had other ideas for me.
Fred died in 2010, the victim of a surgeons carelessness.
I was devastated.
My girls had moved out, I was left alone with 2 big birds, no job and a crappy old trailer.
It took me about 9 months, with my girls carrying me financially, to come back.
I started selling stuff from our storage unit, stuff from the truck wash, tools I would never use, stuff I had no place for. That lasted for several months and then I got another real job.
I started crafting again.
It has been 6 years since I lost my husband, but I have found felting and re making book covers.
Now, I have 8 grand babies, 5 natural and 3 more that I claim, a trailer full of critters, a '95 Yukon that needs tires and brakes but I guess I am happy again.
Life goes on, and that's where I am right now.



I have glossed over some bad things, and some really bad things, but this is more about my artistic history than the miseries of life. I have become a positive person who believes in equality for everyone and I am happiest in my own little world, but if you are passing through Paducah, KY on interstate 24 and think you would like to meet me, send me an E-Mailand I will tell you which truck stop I work at and you can stop for a quick chat!


One of my Ball Pythons as a baby.





My adorable poodle.



Rebel, my best friend and companion for the first 2 years without Fred.




My first wet felted vessel, a snake cave.