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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.

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Offerings of the Winged Persuasion

UmberDove

I think it's high time for a very official shop update.
Morning Tableau
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Winged
A Sea Stone of the smoothest type, heavy, solid, fairly singing with the serenade of the Pacific Ocean.
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Messanger of Truth Cuff
(A natural evolution of my Totem Cameo Cuffs, featuring a Black Capped Chickadee)
To hear the truth in our voices and trust that small, still place inside.
To be reminded of the power in small things, small creatures, small gestures.
To find beauty in the mystery our own minds, our own brilliant thoughts and the tiding our lips bear.

Sized to wear most happily on a 6.25" to 6.5" wrist.
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Messanger of Truth Cuff
Sized to wear most happily on a 7" to 7.25" wrist
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(both pairs are now reserved - thanks ladies!)
Odonata Earrings
For growing new wings.
For hovering delicately.
For allowing the wind to lift you up.
For flying swift, for flying sure.
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I've penciled in a date with Etsy tomorrow morning at loosely 11:00 PST for the shop update.  Until then, know that ALL of the pieces in today's preview are available as reserves; just pop me a convo right here and we'll chat!

For now:
I'm not caring at all that carbs go to thighs and will be finishing off the most AMAZING lavender-blueberry-banana muffin from one of my favorite tiny cafes (I was in early early this morning, just moments after the owner pulled the muffins out of the oven, still warm, intoxicating, and I gave her all the money I had).
Seven AM marked the lowest tide we've had in a while, and I loaded my poor frayed messenger bag with a slew of new sea stones and desperately need to begin painting.  They are SINGING my name!
CHEERS!
~ Umber ~