Ten Air Studios

06/11/2026

In order to balance out a movie request from my elder teen that I contended was wildly inappropriate, I made him sit with me to watch the original Anne of Green Gables. (This is much the logic with which I'll valiantly plunk a bowl of kale salad alongside Taco Bell takeout, and it was received just about as well. No respect for cosmic equilibrium!)

I remember watching Anne when I was younger and feeling Seen to my very core. The world's response to her felt familiar too. Nothing escaped her deep gaze, thought, or appreciation; it read as exacting and hypercritical to others. She was inflamed with emotion and the depth of being alive in this world; it read as overdramatic and exhausting to others. She was the first representation, and to this day remains among the best, of someone who seemed as earnest as I felt. I loved Anne.

I bring this up because as I watched recently, I realized that Anne, archetypically, is a large portion of the spirit I try to capture with Ten Air Studios. We tend to lose bits of ourselves over time. Some of that's natural and warranted, like a rock smoothing its edges as it tumbles downhill. But some is lost mistakenly, or needlessly, to the decay of disuse or the chisel of others' expectations and stories.

The spirit of TAS is, like Anne, a reclamation of the pure, earnest parts of self that we originally wore so proudly for the world to see, simply assuming, before we had any reason to believe otherwise, that our value was apparent and appreciated. It is unabashed. It is probably too much for some, and that is just fine. Like your inner Anne, it's meant to be Seen and Valued by YOU, and those who get you: the rest is just unimaginative noise.

Maybe I should change my tagline. "Wearable wards to drown out the unimaginative noise." I kind of love it. ⭐️

05/18/2026

05/18/2026

05/12/2026

The one where I'm in Emporia, Kansas, deliciously over my head and learning new things. Day 1: hand engraving. ⭐️

05/10/2026

My youngest child has begun to take up running and so I decided to run with him. I was a strong runner in college, but there are many years and proverbial miles between that woman and the one who now has to source running shoes that're sympatico with the joint geometry of someone who dumps two scoops of beef collagen into her coffee each morning.

As with so many things in life, I went to my best friend, who's a marathon runner. One of her suggestions was a very well-rated pair of sneakers whose foamy visual profile uncannily evokes the Michelin Man, but whose lanky 5'11" website model, in her high pony and athleisure wear and casual smirk, lent absolute confidence that I, too, would look cool with marshmallows on my feet.

It turns out that the line between "hip" and "nursing home shufflewear" is far thinner than I'd hoped. At least they are, as my husband generously remarked that they looked, "comfortable."

Right now I am in said new foot canoes in an airport lobby, waiting to board a flight for an exciting week that I'm hoping to share a little of with you each day. (Incidentally, these are the only shoes I've packed--I am committed to the bit.)

For now I'll share this gorg pendant made with a U.S. turquoise and a nice heft of silver, sturdy and radiant. As noted yesterday, orders can continue through the week, but there'll be a pause in fulfilling them until the 19th. ⭐️

05/09/2026

Fire aquamarine & a lovely muted sapphire: reminds me of a calm rainy day. 🌧

This is the last of the doublegem pairs for now, but as these landed well, I'll return to them shortly with new designs. ⭐️

05/08/2026

As a heads-up: I will take a pause on fulfilling/shipping orders between 5/9 and 5/18. But keep an eye on this space in between there, I'll probably have some fun things to share! ⭐️

05/07/2026

We have a chicken named Susie Derkins who, lately, is going by her full legal name, Susie Freaking Derkins, as in, "Do you know who suddenly likes to perch on my shoulder? Susie Freaking Derkins," or "Guess who learned to fly over the fence and is now standing in the eggplant bed? Susie Freaking Derkins."

Susie appears completely unbothered by any of our consternation; I can't tell if her brand is more Hei Hei from Moana or Bea Arthur.

I bring this up only because I was outside picking peonies, where I saw SFD, before coming in to photograph these earrings with one of said peonies, and now we're here.

Anyway. I had these earring stones chosen long ago and found the design cards shoved in a drawer after my recent studio move. There are three pairs in this candy doublegem style--these are raw ruby and green serpentine. The backs are even pretty (take my word on it)! They're listed now. ⭐️

05/05/2026

Mixed metals, man. Such a joy.

This is the last of the Tropic of Silver to share with you. Heads up, earring hunters: a few pairs of saturated, gemmy, candy-like doublestones are coming up next! ⭐️

05/01/2026

It's nighttime. I'm idly scrolling on the couch, waiting for my husband to come back from the kitchen and watch a show. I come upon an account whose entire contents are a charming man feeding a seagull various foods from his apartment window.

As my husband rejoins me I muse, "Look at this. 890 thousand humans are watching this man feed a seagull, and I can hardly get five pairs of eyes on my jewelry." My husband shrugs compassionately, and around a mouthful of tortilla chips suggests: "If you fed it to a seagull you would."

I think I need a new campaign manager.

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The story behind this one is that it's the last piece I created in my old studio--my capstone, a farewell and a celebration. The watermelon tourmaline is the best I had in my collection, a collector-grade specimen I'd been saving for nearly a decade, set in 14/20 gold. The labradorite below is so deeply flashy and speckled with little inset stars, neither of which come through well in a still photo. I hand-milled the silver and went back to my statement theme of curated order on one side and rugged openness on the other. I cut a peekaboo window behind the tourmaline to allow full illumination of the stone. In short: she's a beautiful, wild masterpiece--one I think is fitting to honor a beautiful, wild tenure of making magic in that old space.

Collectors, she's up on the site. This one's not for the birds. ⭐️