LadyPirotessa

Greetings to all our amazing and wonderful artist friends here on DA!

I will keep this brief.  It's that time of year again (or at least getting close to it). So if you want that specific special item that is hand crafted for one of your loved ones or friends, now is the time to contract that artist! 

Artists of all mediums are swamped starting this time of year, so don't wait till December (because they are more than likely already booked by that point!). Start contacting them now to get what you are looking for down on paper.

Remember the further you get into the dreaded "season" the more likely it will be that you may need to pay for Rush Orders or Priority Shipping of some sort. Most artists work hard on their pieces but that also means that your piece will take Time and Effort!

So get out there and contact your favorite artists to see if they can make you a special something for the holidays!

Also keep in mind shipping times

Within the US to US starting Holiday Time of year for USPS ~ 
First Class: 3-10 business days
Priority Shipping: 1-4 business days
Express: 1 - 2 business days

From the US to Overseas starting Holiday Time of year for USPS
First Class: 3 - 10 WEEKS (dependent on Customs in your area)
Priority Shipping Overseas: 6-15 business days (dependent on Customs in your area)
Express Shipping Overseas: 1-4 business days (dependent on customs in your area)
   ~Note for all of these, you may need to go to your local post office with your tracking number and address to see if they are holding your piece for some reason. This Happens Often!


So in short! Happy Holidays (despite it being early)! Be nice to your artists! Give them time to make your holiday special and perfect!


~Lady Pirotessa
Blue Rose Creations
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Lady Pirotessa of Blue Rose Creations is doing a Breast Cancer Fundraiser this October.
It's not as much as we would like to do, but we do what we can when we can, eh?

50% of the proceeds of all our "pink" items in the month of October as well as 10% of all other purchases made (except custom orders) will be donated to TheRose.Org for breast cancer.  

Our Shop is here and in the middle is the "Breast cancer Awareness Section"

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Some people will ask or state straight out of the gate, "Why are you donating to Breast Cancer when Heart Disease and Prostate Cancer kill more people every year?!"

My Response? "Because this is the cancer that has touched me personally. If this Cause doesn't touch you in some way that's okay! If you want to donate but not to Breast Cancer, please go to a donation website of your choosing for the cause that has touched you in some way and give to them! This doesn't have to be the one you choose, in fact I would rather you go and do what you can for the cause that touches you. My hope is that in a way this is a reminder to go and help with the Cause that reached you in some way. Whatever it was, be it a family member, a friend, a loved one, or just a story, go and do what you can for them. Can't "donate" money? Donating time or just offering up whatever you can, even a thought means more than you know. Spread the love."

For those interested the deeper story read on.

Marianne

The deeper why and a story she wouldn't want told.

I grew up just like many. In a townhome with a yard, a small garden, pets and a strange but awesome family. I had a godmother who was more the stay at home person since my mother worked almost all the time to make sure we had enough money to pay for, well everything. My godmother worked too but she was the main caregiver. Her name was Marianne Lerman aka Mare. And she was a very very private person.

Was she stunningly beautiful? Ravishing? Did she always show a happy face? Never get upset? Was she this fantasy person that most people make thier dead loved ones out to be? Pffft Nope. Did she get angry? Yell sometimes? Have flaws? Have real emotions? Yep, sure did! But the things I learned from her I kept so dear and am passing on to my daughter. The love that she showed me, the things she taught me in her lifetime, I am giving to my family.

The physical things I remember? First and foremost her red hair. I mean really natural deep red. This coppery color that in certain light shined like fire. It was really cool. I remember it also falling out and the ornate colored scarves she wore over the peachfuz. I remember how soft it was when it would grow back in. Then there were those eyes. Her dark brown eyes which were so rich, almost always hidden behind large framed glasses which when she took off were tired and darkened with exhaustion. I remember her thin stature, which only got thinner with time. I remember her high cheek bones which when she was younger must have been a strange lovliness to behold and eventually became gaunt boney features with sunken flesh on those bad days/months. I remember laying on her chest as she sang in her offtones "Rock the baby" to comfort any bumps bruises or colds (and I now do for my daughter), which lost one of its breasts to the cancer. That same chest that ended up with a port in it so I could help with the home care and the medicine.

But none of that was the important stuff.

The things to be remembered that are important was her sense of loyalty, especially where I was concerned. Marianne always had my back moreso than anyone I ever knew at that time and would be there no matter what. In her own way that woman was a lioness not to be reckoned with and that's where I learned it from. She wasn't always patient but she would take the time to explain things. To make sure the child before her understood why something was the way it was. But there was so much more than just child rearing. She was adventurous. Well you would say that most people could be described as such, right? But she stepped out of the bounds of normal for that decade to experience life in a way most other "adults" were too afraid to do because of how it looked! My best example? You know those steps of marble leading up to auditoriums where on the sides there is that flat "slide" like area that you just are not supposed to use? It's a nice decoration. Well a much younger boy I knew when I was in 8^th grade went sliding down it. Seemed like fun so I quickly followed and by the time to got to the bottom I heard "look out!" because down was sliding the fiery haired woman, in the cold, in front of all those other adults and kids after the children's Christmas Pageant. Not to mention white water rafting, walking through the woods instead of playing at the "playground" part of the park, splashing in creeks, exploring and so much more.

And in this, she was the most beautiful person I knew. Marianne was brave.

As a third grader things like cancer and the concept of death of a loved one kinda don't make sense. This rock in my life was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. What did that mean? I didn't know. But I know now that this was the start of it.

With the Chemo, Radiation and TLC, she survived and all seemed like it was supposed to be. The scars it left on her didn't heal as well but we were family. I was young. I didn't see them as she did. Yes there were still the hospital trips for check ups, the nights of tears she cried, and so many other little things but we got through it because that was how it was supposed to be. She would always be there, right?

Later on down the line due to the cancer and the chemo, Marianne developed Leukimia. This was at the very end of that wonderful 4 year window. That "watch for signs time" when if you were going to get Leukima from the Chemo, that was when to look out for it. She was 6 months away from being "scott free" when the call came in that the bruises she got from our white water rafting trip were actually the signs that she was sick. That the cancer was back. That the Leukima was full blown.

The pain, the tears, the sitting on the kitchen floor, the glass thrown, the rush to get her checked into the hospital because it was bad and progressive. Her oncologist didn't want her to wait a day to get everything together she needed to get in now.....yeah. Pretty real stuff in middle school. She went through treatments, went into and out of remission. All was as it had been and thus she would be fine. Right?

She survived another 3 years. Marianne watched me "graduate 8^th grade" which was the secret thing she promised herself. In freshman year of highschool I got off the bus at the paticery to see my mother and not my godmother. Asking if I could go in to get one of those buttercream glazed breads, my hard ass of a mother just nodded. I assumed she had gotten off work early and wanted to pick me up or something equally as simple. I got my food, chatted with my friends for a minute, ate all the while my mother just stood there. Waiting. Patiently.

We got in that silver buik skylark and she just kept saying she was sorry over and over and over again. Like a broken record. "I'm so sorry I couldn't keep her around longer. I'm so sorry". Her face had turned red with the tears and sobbing before everything clicked, and the only word to scream from my lips was "No". After a while between tight hugs that took away my breath and the tightness in both my mother's and my own throat, I got the story. Mare's body gave out at her appartment and "GB" (aka Barbara, the woman my godmother was staying with at the time) was unable to recussitate her but was with her the whole time. By the time the paramedics got there, there was nothing to be done and she just wouldn't fully come back. I didn't go to the hospital. I wanted to remember the fiery red haired beautiful woman who to most would seem homely, dark, and bitchy.

I remember her now though it is hard to hear her voice. I look up at certain stars and see her there, know her eyes, know her smile which was rare, and I know her love.

So those of you who got to the end, this is a glimpse as to why Breast Cancer is my choice for donation. Why this is My Chosen Cause. Because of My Mare.  



~Lady Pirotessa
Blue Rose Creations

Thank you so much, SimmotoSyoshiko!

This is the commission she did for me of Silvara. 

I am always impressed by the professionalism, the quality and the hard work that this artist put into virtually everything that she does. She is kind, thoughtful and absolutely fantastic in every sense of the word!

This is not the first time Yoshi has depicted Silvara and it certainly will not be the last I love the hard work she has put into everything <3
She really did her homework on this! Made the setting and the world Silvara's with the mirror, the fireplace, the candles and the sensual bed!

If you get a chance go check her and her gallery out: syoshiko.deviantart.com/


If you want to read more about Silvara, her world or see more art look here: 
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If you like Silvara you can also support her on Facebook:
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Thank you Yoshi!

~Lady Pirotessa