Alena May Jewelry

Alena May Jewelry Nature Inspired Jewelry

Nobody told me that becoming a silversmith meant doing pricing spreadsheets by the campfire right before two back-to-bac...
06/04/2026

Nobody told me that becoming a silversmith meant doing pricing spreadsheets by the campfire right before two back-to-back shows.

Honestly though? There are worse offices.

Buffalo Art Walk · Friday June 5 · 5–7pm · Prairie Siren, Buffalo WY

Winding Roads Art Tour · June 13-14 · 10am-4pm· Stop 4. Viola, WI

06/02/2026

I just tried to get dreamy willow footage for the launch. Instead I got a face full of branches, had to lay flat on my paddleboard to survive, and my kids thought it was the funniest thing they’d ever seen. The video is genuinely unwatchable. Obviously I’m posting it.

06/02/2026

Gah!
I'm having issues with my posts not sharing properly here on Facebook. I was wondering why I wasn't getting any feedback and comments, and found out that my posts aren't working on here. When I went to try to fix it, all the posts that were missing here, now show up on my personal page instead of my business page.
Ugh!
I'm working on it, and wanted to let you know I haven't disappeared.. just trying to deal with the chaos of technology!

Small things can hold enormous meaning.These hold childhood. The specific feeling of spinning with the helicopters until...
05/26/2026

Small things can hold enormous meaning.

These hold childhood. The specific feeling of spinning with the helicopters until you fall down laughing — the dizzy, grass-stained, can’t-catch-your-breath kind of laughing.

This is one of those pieces that stops people at shows.

Someone picks it up, and before they’ve even said a word to me, they’ve already turned to whoever is next to them. Do you remember playing with these? I see people light up. I hear about grandma’s yard, about a specific best friend, about a summer that felt endless.

I always ask what people call them. Almost everyone says helicopters. Some say whirlybirds. A few say whirligigs. No one — not once — has ever called them by their actual, technical name, which is samara.

So I want to know: what did you call them?

Drop your answer in the poll — and tell me in the comments if you have any special memories of them. I could read these all day!

05/25/2026

Something is happening in the studio. I don’t know yet if it’s going to be beautiful or a lesson.

There’s a new piece taking shape on my bench right now — and I genuinely don’t know how it’s going to turn out yet. That’s the part of making that I don’t always share. The in-between. The moment where the idea is still deciding if it wants to exist.

More to come. 🤍

Save this if you want to see how it turns out — and follow along so you don’t miss the update.

Hiked into the Cloud Peak Wilderness today and came home with dirt on my shoes, wildflowers in my hand, and six moose si...
05/22/2026

Hiked into the Cloud Peak Wilderness today and came home with dirt on my shoes, wildflowers in my hand, and six moose sightings I completely failed to photograph.

At 8,700 feet, the meadows are just waking up. Larkspur, arrowleaf balsamroot, shooting stars, buttercup, pasque flower — all of it blooming in the kind of place that makes you stop mid-step and just stand there for a minute.

I grew up learning wildflowers with my mom on 50 acres of southwestern Wisconsin land. I got a botany degree because of it. And I’ve spent my whole life translating the natural world into everything I do — including the work I make in my studio.

Speaking of which — I’m working on something rooted in botanical form that I can’t wait to share with you. More very soon. 🌿

For now though — six moose. Zero photos. You’ll just have to trust me.

📍 Cloud Peak Wilderness, Bighorn Mountains, WY

05/21/2026

I didn’t know what a ginkgo tree was until I was in college, walking across the UW-Madison campus with a botany degree in progress and a lot of opinions about trees.

I stopped in front of one and genuinely didn’t recognize it. Fan-shaped leaves, unlike anything I’d ever seen. Ancient. A little alien. I looked it up and fell completely down the rabbit hole — one of the oldest tree species on earth, used in traditional medicine for centuries, not even native to this continent.

An outlier. Growing somewhere it didn’t originate. Carrying centuries of meaning.

I’ve been obsessed ever since. And now I’m carving its leaves into sterling silver, one line at a time with my pendant motor.

This piece is part of something I’ve been building for a while. More very soon. 🌿

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