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Brigid Pickett
Moving

Moving

Our journey began in Alabama. Where Jeff & I were able to live in the same city for the first time in our long-distance romance. While navigating our young relationship, he was navigating the sky while learning to fly helicopters for the Army. Leaving Alabama was easy. We were so excited to get to Colorado.We settled into our first home, a 100-year-old home with pink walls & creaky floors, & so much warmth & love. We welcomed our tiny Mila into that home. It broke our hearts to say goodbye to the dear friends we made in the Springs. We...

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Brigid Pickett

Plume Bracelets

Alongside the Plume rings, I’ve got some more regulars that are going to be sticking around here for awhile—Plume bracelets.  These simple, yet meaningful designs really encompass what I want for Plume Handmades jewelry. Simple designs that are intricately crafted. Jewelry that’s beautiful, durable, delicate, & strong. All of those things wrapped into one. Like the namesake, the flowering Apache Plume shrub. So here’s the Plume bracelet. Featuring a small, but lovely stone. On a delicate, yet hardy little sterling silver oval chain. Easy to wear, easy on the eyes, & well made.

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Brigid Pickett
Thank You

Thank You

Your encouragement has been a keystone in bringing this dream of mine to life. I’m so grateful for your willingness to show up for me & to support my work. Thank you. It’s been a busy & often exhausting season of life, raising my little ones at home while my husband has been immersed in grad school. For the past 9 months that I’ve been making & selling my silver jewelry I’ve been pouring what I could of myself into this craft. Careful not to pour too much or too little. Making time for myself to make art, yet not...

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Brigid Pickett
Mornings

Mornings

We slept in the basement at our place in Boston. A basement makes for good sleeping. Dark, cool, quiet. Tucked beneath the street and under the hum of the world. But a basement doesn’t make for good waking. Most mornings I’d lumber out of bed, never fully prepared to begin the day. We’re sleeping on the top floor of the house where we’re living in Portland this summer. Three of the four walls are lined with windows. There are no blinds and the morning light seeps through the curtains. Like coffee flowing through the filter, slow and easy. The sun...

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