Margie and I were going to have them done at a town jeweler across from the market plaza. But each time we set a date, something came up and she was unable to go. I began to think she was chickening out on me. Overanxious on April Fool's Day, I had a plan....
Say yes to the dress...
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Sonya M Fitzmaurice
- Friday, April 21, 2017
Dresses are iconic. They sum up an era, reflect cultural attitude, become a signature. There is an invisible thread connecting creator and wearer, a soulful exchange, an understanding. Color, cut and components communicate what is unspoken. Flanking either side of the entrance to a second floor gallery of the Montclair Art Museum, enclaves...
Flameworker...
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Sonya M Fitzmaurice
- Monday, April 03, 2017
When I began creating jewelry, the elements combined came from something with a previous life - a tarnished choker, a single lost earring, notions from an antique estate. I would disassemble them with utmost care and salvage bits of chain, beads and charms, so when resurrected, the next incarnation could be original with...