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Locality: Lancaster, Pennsylvania

Phone: +1 717-394-6662



Website: www.miostudio.com

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Mio Studio 27.06.2021

Our glass patio table top spontaneously shattered so this is the new top that Erica painted. More photos in comments.

Mio Studio 19.06.2021

Ah so much goodness and sunny days and almost summertime. Great time to create, make new designs, take chances do adventurous things. Hope you are enjoying your June as much as we are!

Mio Studio 13.06.2021

I really loved these and was proud to make them.

Mio Studio 07.06.2021

Happy Pride Month !!! Now is a great time to support your favorite LGBTQ+ businesses! Go ahead #ShareWithPride and boast away about the people and places that you love, what they create, post links below!!!

Mio Studio 28.11.2020

Some new designs in the shop!!! Free Shipping on orders over $35 https://www.etsy.com/l/839328340/talli-silver-hook-earrings

Mio Studio 26.11.2020

New sterling silver hammered rings. https://www.etsy.com//one-size-95-hammered-sterling-silver

Mio Studio 15.11.2020

We just listed these sterling silver stackable rings.

Mio Studio 28.10.2020

Happy Sunday! We are starting off early today to give you more time to order. These "Fox on an Evening Stroll" wood laser cut ornaments will be your gift today with ANY online order. We will be giving away five ornaments to the first five orders that are made online. Free shipping over $35. https://www.etsy.com/shop/miostudio

Mio Studio 26.10.2020

Sorrow Is Not My Name BY ROSS GAY after Gwendolyn Brooks No matter the pull toward brink. No... matter the florid, deep sleep awaits. There is a time for everything. Look, just this morning a vulture nodded his red, grizzled head at me, and I looked at him, admiring the sickle of his beak. Then the wind kicked up, and, after arranging that good suit of feathers he up and took off. Just like that. And to boot, there are, on this planet alone, something like two million naturally occurring sweet things, some with names so generous as to kick the steel from my knees: agave, persimmon, stick ball, the purple okra I bought for two bucks at the market. Think of that. The long night, the skeleton in the mirror, the man behind me on the bus taking notes, yeah, yeah. But look; my niece is running through a field calling my name. My neighbor sings like an angel and at the end of my block is a basketball court. I remember. My color's green. I'm spring. for Walter Aikens