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Sara...

  • ...is a happy, ordinary, middle-aged, suburban woman who paints odd pictures, gardens in a straw hat, lives with the love of her life, is owned by one cat and the ghosts of several others, and walks a little funny 'cause she has a fake leg. She started this website because there's more to life than what we lose, and we need to let each other know what's possible, even if it's only a happy, ordinary life.

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Contact

  • E-mail me at:

    sara at saraarts dot com

    Make sure the subject line of your correspondence is clear and specific. I do not open e-mails from strangers unless I can tell in advance that I want to read them.

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  • I Took The Handmade Pledge! BuyHandmade.org

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Amorette

I think that's an excellent way to do it.

Thought of Sara today as I was tying up pea-plants in the "Sara Pea Garden" (that's what I call it in my head, I planted it to help remember her by). They're doing wonderfully and the first pods are plumping up.

laurie

I have own two pieces of Sara's jewelry and also bought a necklace for my mom. I will be there when the store re-opens.
Every time I wear my earrings I think of Sara. I know I've told you this before but it's true. I will be thrilled to own one more piece.
Laurie

Lynn

Brilliant, Erik! Thanks so much for this ---

kathy a.

oh, good!

sugaredharpy

Oh, how wonderful!

aura

Ah-oh! You are going to end up with a run on her jewelry.

The Goldfish

This is great news. I wear earrings Sara made almost every day, those and a wedding present are my favourite and most precious items of jewellery.

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