Associated Content

I was recently approached by Rachel Krech, a green contributor for associatedcontent.com, for an interview about my work and my new online shop. You can find the interview here.

Cutting the Red Tape

I have just opened an Etsy shop to peddle my wares! Check out my handcrafted limited production and one-of-a-kind wearable jewelry at HannahRuth Designs. Please take a look and share with your friends! Thanks for helping me spread the word, I love you all.

Here's a sneak peak of some of my shop items....

http://www.etsy.com/shop/HannahRuthDesigns

(A special thanks to the beautiful and talented Lexielove, my fabulous model )

Babies Need Jewelry Too

Hello hello, just dropping a line to let y'all know you can now purchase some of my work (including hand-forged jewelry, earrings, and sweet stamped baby cuffs) at shopSCAD, located at 340 Bull St. here in Savannah. Feel free to drop by or check out their website!

Candyman!

My First Sledding Movie.

By Tessa and Hannah

Please take a moment to view this exciting video taken Christmas Eve, 2009 on snowy Kelsey Hill in Deep River, CT. Make sure to note yeti-like sound effects and bone breaking stunts. We are extremely excited to share this with the world. Enjoy!

Starring Tessa Malcarne and Hannah Scott

Edited by Tessa Malcarne

Music by Aqua

Movin' on up

I can't believe it's the last day of classes. In mere days I will be a college grad. I have to admit even as the day approached, I never really pictured it happening. When I first set foot on a college campus, I hadn't a clue as to what I was getting into. And I had no intention on graduating. (Don't tell my parents.) I was doing what I felt like was the next step, relying on the one talent I knew I could (gymnastics) to transition me into the next phase. I remember my mom and sister crying as they left me in my dingy half underground dorm room in Rhode Island, my feet hanging several feet off the floor from my dormatory bed stacked on cinder blocks, not knowing a soul. They would later remark on how little and lost I looked, my legs swinging aimlessly as I waited for my new life to unfold.

Now, ahem, seven (I know traditionally it's 4..) years later, things have drastically changed. I couldn't have predicted I'd be living the life I am today back when I was sitting on that bed in Suite B of Willard Hall. The move far away from home to be on my own helped me grow into the independent young woman I never knew I wanted to be. This weekend as I don my cap and gown and walk across the stage to receive my degree, I will cross an imaginary line that will bring me into the next chapter of my life.

To risk sounding like I am giving an acceptance speech, or just sickly nostalgic, I want to extend some special thanks to all the people who have helped me along the way.

First and foremost, my wonderful family: Dovey and Beard, my loving parents for their unwavering support, my beautiful and talented sisters Jane and Emma, my saving graces Violet, Otto, and Clementine, my laid back and always cool brother-in-law Scott who always rolls with the punches, and of course my sanity and strength, my best friend Shish.

....to my friends....my roommates, the W.O.W, for always knowing when to tell me what I want to hear and when to give it to me straight. and when to sit at the kitchen table until the wee hours of the morning discussing the manifestation of our dreams and desires. All of my friends who are too numerous to name, you have been my inspiration and strength and I love you more than I can say!

....to my professors....
I want to give a special thanks to my professor Nell. Thank you for encouraging me to follow my own path, stay true to myself and my passions, and for consoling my many anxieties as I prepare for real life. You have helped me more than you can imagine!
PJ, master craftsman, mentor, and friend, thanks for pushing me to the breaking point, I will continue to strive to aquire a library of skills like yours. Your humor has been a saving grace.
Kim, for taking me to France, becoming a friend, and starting me off on this voyage.

Thank you all, I love you!

The Midas Touch

I have to say I am a sucker for skills. Nun-chuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills....learning new skills is where it's at. Recently I learned how to gold plate, and though I've never been much for gold until a short time ago, this particular process made me feel like a magician. In a nutshell, this is how it works: you stick your silver or base metal piece in a chemical solution, turn on a machine hooked to chord holding an electric charge which is holding on to another metal thing which is also submerged in said chemical, turn on voltage, turn off after 30 seconds or so, rinse, submerge both in another chemical, turn on the voltage, hope you don't get electrocuted (to an outsider I'm sure this sounds less than safe) and BLAM! Your silver jewelry is now gold! (Ok, so its not that simple, and there is much science to chemical mixing and temperature and voltage and such, but I know y'all don't want me to bore you with those details.) To see something turn gold in front of your very eyes makes you feel like King Midas! Even for someone who isn't much for gold, there's just something about that power of transformation.

Just moments ago, this jewelry was silver!

(interested in purchasing? check out my shop!)

Wanderlust

I've been published! (kind of....it's not a hard copy but I'll take what I can get!) Check out Creo Magazine Summer 2010 Issue. Creo Magazine is a quarterly online magazine focusing on visual culture from the student perspective. This season's theme is Wanderlust and displays some great work from student artists. (I'm on pages 56 & 57.) Feel free to let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Las Cucarachas Diablo

R.I.P. Mr. Coffee

Over here on the west end of Waldburg, we're experiencing some major issues of the insect variety. No matter what we do these roaches just wont stay away. Now don't get me wrong, we keep a clean house, and we've accepted that a roach every once in a while is just a part of southern living, but this is a straight-up infestation. It's not even the big fatties that get us riled up. (In fact, I kind of like to collect them....you never know when you'll need a giant cockroach.) Its those little, slimy, creepy, crawly, silverfishy, nervy little buggers that travel in packs and overstay their welcome. We were fine with getting rid of the microwave they decided to live in. We dealt with moving all the silverware out in the open. We stopped using the dishwasher, where we are sure they have created a colony and are making babies at record speeds. But when they invaded my coffee maker, they made it personal.

Roach, a poem I wrote on my old school Rutgers typewriter.
(Pardon the typo, I don't have corrector tape)