Fly Free Designs

Name: Fly Free Designs
Address: Bozeman, MT, US
Telephone: +14065700995

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Some things that fly free also fly home. Jewelry made in the mountains, ready to be worn for those who explore Something for everyone, check it out!

Fresh, fun, refined and rustic are all included in the unique designs from Fly Free.

06/22/2026

Give em the what for!

Alea iacta est.

The die has been cast. I’ve been trying to see what needs to be done with the website and I think I have to move it away from shopify. Sigh.

The key to success is visualizing the win. The website is some stress but I’m not forgetting to live. To feel the Montana summer is a beautiful feeling.

I’m gonna figure it out. I always do.

06/16/2026

Some rain some shine. I do like a challenge. Thank you again, as always 🪶⚡️🫶🏽

06/15/2026

The magic words.

Operation Deadstick was an insane commando mission to break the allies out of the beaches at Normandy. The idea was that two commando teams would parachute and glide behind enemy lines under the cover of darkness to start a firefight and sow confusion within the German ranks. They would only have the munitions they could parachute in and handguns ain’t much against panzer tanks. By drawing the enemy’s attention to these small teams, once the code came across to the Allies, then hopefully the Allies tanks would take advantage of the confusion and route the panzer divisions out of that territory. There were a few short phrases that would indicate the operation’s success or failure.

“Ham” meant that the Caen Canal Bridge was captured and remained intact.
“Jam” indicated the same for the Orne River Bridge

Ham and jam, baby! We have the bridges, bring in the reinforcements. If you are ever in a tight spot, don’t forget to link up with your Allies.

Please enjoy these spicy earrings. Shopify is holding my shop hostage. I can’t move the website until the stolen funds are maybe* or maybe not* returned in 90 days. Okay!

I’ve made PayPal a payment option on the website for now. I have to recommend their security and encryption over Shopify Payments. I really hate scammers.

Nothing left to do but get on with living, and get on with making. I love porch season.

06/09/2026

Well, if it rains, I don’t care!
Don’t make no difference to me
Just take that street car that’s going up town
Yeah, I’d like to hear some funky Dixieland
And dance the h***y tonk
And I’ll be buying everybody drinks all round

I do care about my business funds and shopify has done my small business dirty.

Life loves throwing me curveballs which is just mean most of the time, does it look like I play sports with balls?! No, I don’t play any sports with balls.

I’ve been a merchant small business with shopify for 8 years. My small business has very simple spending habits, usually 15-25 per MONTH.

Last week, my shopify balance account was compromised and shopify thought 302 transactions in $2-6 amounts in under 24 hours was totally normal.

When I brought it to their attention, about 100 charges were still ‘pending’. ‘Go ahead and let them all post!’ Shopify said. ‘That way we can dispute them’.

Well, the dispute process takes 90 days. So I may* or may not* get these funds back in 90 days. Once the dispute is decided, there is no appeal.

Compounding this issue, since I don’t know how my balance account was compromised, I switched the deposit destination to my external bank account. For ‘security’ deposits were locked for 6 days. That was even more dirty of these scammers to do this on rent day! C’mon guys, I got bills to pay.

I think I’m gonna have to move my website away from shopify. This has been an awful week of problem after problem, sn*******ng into FUBAR. If it’s raining, it’s pouring. While I figure that all out, please enjoy these funky earrings I’ve been making. Agate and aquamarine. Cobalt calcite. Turquoise. Magnesite. 🪶💸👍🏽

05/29/2026

Renewal

A place in history I have spent a tremendous amount of time is WWll. That sounds a little strange to say after all of these years, but at the beginning of my ordeal after being betrayed by my family, I was a tough spot.

So I asked my curiosity for help.

Hello, curiosity. It’s me again. I don’t love my story at this very moment and I’m terribly afraid that I can’t rely on the stories I know to get me the hell outta this place. Can you find me some better ones? Maybe some stories of courage, because I feel very small. Or some stories of bravery? I don’t want to admit how scared I am. If you could find me some stories to hold on to, then I think we have a shot.

And this is one of the reasons I know so many stories from WWII. This great and terrible conflict that left no continent on our globe untouched. This huge event was an incredible undertaking. An entire generation of free peoples took a look at barbarism and brutality and said no.

Of all of the leaders at the time, I have a great respect for that stalwart English bulldog. I think Mr. Churchill understood that just as important as men and munitions, morale would carry the day, even in the face of fearsome and daunting odds. And an enemy that outmatched and outclassed his island nation on almost every tactical way in the beginning of the war.

The pieces I have been making these last months have many of those rugged stories in them. There have been many trials over the years. Trials that stretched and strained my spirit sails. When I needed them, I borrowed courage from some of these stories. Some of you will recognize some of these sayings from previous collections because some of these stories have been with me for a very long time.

Maybe you too find yourself in need of some courage. Maybe your sails have been sagging in your own trials by fire. The dark has not bested us yet.

We can watch our limits be tested, we will rest to conserve our strength. We may be bowed but we remain unbroken 🪶

05/23/2026

The end of an era.

The judge saw what so many others could or would not. I went to my sister’s sentencing in her federal court case for catharsis and was granted this boon.

As I was driving home from Missoula, I was thinking about all the beautiful things I have in my life now. A shop full of plants and crystals and two small pups and massive amounts of potential.

It hasn’t been the easiest road to get here, but I’m not going back. There’s a whole world out there. And I have a life to get busy living with all of these beautiful things.

I’ve come through the fire, make no mistake. But far from being burned away as I once feared, my fire has erupted into its own bright burning flame.

Fly free season is in full effect 🪶

05/18/2026

If at first you don’t succeed, if it’s your dream and worth it, then by all means try again. And try again. Maybe try a couple more times after that.

05/17/2026

Nice to meet you, audacity.

My name is Morena and I think we should be friends.

Being at the mercy of night terrors and insomnia was the closest I’ve ever felt to hopelessness. It felt like a great darkness had swallowed me up and there was no light to be found.

I was desperate. I felt like I was slipping away needed something, anything, however small to hold on to before I was lost to the changing tides of life.

And then there were all of these tiny lights winking up at me from my bench. Oh hello, little stones. Who gave you permission to be so beautiful? Would you mind telling me your stories of heat and pressure and tremendous change that got you to my bench? I’m in need of a really good story right about now because I’ve just burned my whole identity down.

Around and around we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin. I understand. But I have a whole life to be living. Skies to be exploring and where I’m meant to go, I need unleaded feet and wings of sterner stuff than tin. I didn’t have much else but a belief I could build a wonderful flying machine that would take me out of that dark place. The process of creating and these small stones that have so much beauty, and this metal that can be shaped by fire, all of these things made me feel hope. They still do.

And this was the beginning of Fly Free.

05/11/2026

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

The ghosts of my past, the little girl I once was and her sadness and insecurities have made finding my way in this world a tangled mess.

I have always felt things very deeply and above all else, I had wanted a place to belong. I did not belong in my family after my dad died because my mother preferred my sisters’ pretty lies to my ugly truths. The words and actions of the women in my family fractured my identity and blasted a black hole through me.

Forced compliance is not love but it is what I knew to be love at the time. Because of this, I tried to force the sobbing child to shut up. I threatened and berated her. It never worked. She just cried harder. These tactics all lead to abandonment. All of these things are connected.

I call it my great re-parenting. The little girl in me loves wondrous things. She loves the patterns in the stones, loves watching the hypnotic fire. I will never let anyone treat her the way my family once did.

Never again, little one.

And that is what I have been doing for all of these years, piece by piece. The words and intentions I stamp on my pieces are the words I have gathered from curious places. These lessons and dreams come from people across the globe and throughout the centuries. I may not be a biological mother myself, but I have created many things with the voices of many mothers over the years.

It’s an abstract thing, accepting love from different places other than that singular, rigid source I once thought I would never have. For all of the women who have adopted me on my strange journey, I hope you have seen your care and love reflected in my works.

Into my creations I have tired to fuse your hope, humor and courage. You are the mothers that were there, in all of your imperfections. Because all of this beauty, the little one within me has stopped crying.

That is enough. The black hole is now more of a dented bruise, and this is a gift.

Happy mother’s day. Thank you for everything

04/17/2026

Does my happiness upset you?
Why are you best with gloom?
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got a gold mine
Diggin’ up in my living room

The Ben Harper version of Maya Angelou’s poem: Still I Rise. Maya is a fellow Aires!!!

I hope you’ve been enjoying my stories about my wild ride called life so far. I have been so used to keeping to the shadows and thinking that justice would never come for any of the members of my family, that I am very scattered at these latest developments.

It has been overwhelming and confusing to live my story and trying to explain events as they happened without letting some of my family member’s accusations of me color the narrative too much. I know I can be very defensive about some of these topics because for all of this time they have been gaslighting me that my criminal sister actually was my saintly role model and my abusive alcoholic of a father was just misunderstood, but still a very fine man. There were years I thought I had lost all of my marbles and that they were correct about the world as they had described it after all. Ew. That is not a very nice thing to do!

It has been an experience similar to escaping psychological torture. A very elaborate RUSE! The perfidy. We can call it operation: the emperor has no clothes.

Every time I said ‘hey look, the criminal is doing crimes’ every single member of my family said I was making it up because I have ‘liberal snowflake feelings’ compounded by ‘demons in my soul’. Thanks mom. Okay! No, bless YOUR heart.

The schadenfreude writes itself, you can’t make this stuff up!!

Thank you, good peoples of the free worlds, for encouraging me for all these years. We’ve had some UPS and DOWNS, I think it’s safe to say.

I really like the team I’m on now though. Somebody else can have my spot on my fam’s team. Somebody is gonna have to do the important work of thinking of different ways to turn a jail cell into a jail home cause I’m out! I will no longer be reporting for scapegoat duty!

Just regular Aires duties. We hate to lead but we don’t follow orders 🐏🥳🤣

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+14065700995

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http://www.flyfreejewelry.com/

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