Monday, August 20, 2007

The planet

Instead of speaking about my work today I think I would rather talk about the planet and the universe. It seems like the world is falling apart at the seams. Hurricanes, earthquakes, floods. Add that to the wars and the absence of peace and I think maybe our planet is under the weather. I'm not really one who is knowledgeable about global warming but I am rather spiritual so I'm wondering if all these water related mishaps are the planet crying over the loss of humanity.

As I've mentioned before I blog on a politics site to keep my opinions seperated from my work as to not offend.(everyone is offended both for and against it seems) but there are just some days when I see the connection of everything in the universe and today was one of those days.

More death and destruction in Iraq, more tears, more excuses. IMO there are no excuses for this terrible war that has really upset the apple cart of the world. Too much unnecessary death.

Now we come to the floods and the earthquakes and the hurricanes. We can't really do too much about them but it does seem like something we are doing is making more of them. Is it our disregard for the planet we live in or our total disregard of life in all it's forms? Is there anything we can do? Maybe one giant prayer or moment of silence for all that's passed lately. We seem unable to stop the train of war that is hurtling over the cliff taking all goodness that made the United States what it is with it. We seem unable to understand that our actions have made the planet much more dangerous and much sadder. The tears of our planet are becoming very noticeable both in a scientific way and a metaphorical way. We have to stop the tears, but how?

I don't have any answers but this was one of those days when all my fears collided and all I can see are tears. I hope everyone is safe in this tear filled planet and you are at peace with your own life at least. Keep stitchin.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

It's been a while

Sometimes it feels like forever. I was on vacation this week and I turned 48. Not handling the 48 very well for a couple of reasons. My mom died when she was 48, she's officially been gone half my life as I was 24 when she died so I guess you could say 48 is a cruel number in the nostalgia department. On the up side I'm healthier then she was at my age. Although after a week of vacation from my work, from my diet and from structure I don't feel very healthy. I think the reason why my birthday hits me in varying degrees of depression because it's at the end of summer, a couple of weeks and it's all over. And being in the beautiful upstate part of NY I can honestly say we've had maybe about 2 weeks of summer if you lump all the hot days together.

We went to the track in Saratoga a couple of days. I didn't win but had a pretty good time anyway. We also went to Cooperstown to the Baseball Hall of Fame. I recommend it to anyone who reads my blog(the thousands of you, ok the one or two who somehow end up here). Enough b**chin lets talk about my stitchin. I am almost finished with my face which I have named Stella. I've known her name for weeks but have finally decided she's close enough to completion to tell the world. I'll post a picture when I have her framed. I also did a broken heart, yes a broken heart I haven't decided whether it's finished yet. There might be one other detail to add. And I did a couple of eye glass cases and purses to replace those I sold in the coop. There is a beaded gold thread on white silk and a furry knit one and a twigs and berry heart purse on gold satin. Sorry no pictures. I am still in digital purgatory with all my vacation pictures waiting till I get my butt to the store to develop them.

Oh well. I guess I've shared a lot and will be back on a more regular basis but not every day till my son goes back to school in a couple of weeks, I'm still kinda busy(I'm really busy) but will be able to take care of everything I have to including my blog and my camera in a couple of weeks. Keep stitchin.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

On a roll

Hi All, I have been on a creative roll but no pictures yet. Hopefully by tomorrow I will have some new ones for you. I am still working on my face, although I have finished a few purses and eyeglass cases to replace the ones that I sold last week in the coop. One of the purses came out very lovely. It is gold thread on white silk with bead flowers. I will take a picture. This is a very exciting time here in Saratoga County. The racetrack is open and there are tourists everywhere, I kind of like them as I was one myself not too long ago. Since the coop is very close to Saratoga I am hoping upon hope that some of the track patrons will come by our beautiful art coop. If you are in a hotel room somewhere it is in Ballston Spa and you can find out about it at the link. See you soon. Keep stitchin. I'll be back soon with some new pictures of my work and hopefully a little bit more about the process.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Dreams, Olives & Light

I am known for my doozies of a dream life. One of my previous dreams prompted me to give up everything I'd known for 10 years and move to my new home where I've never been happier. Syncronicity is my best friend too. Next time I have a lot of time I'll share the story of how and why I believe in my dreams so much. But for now suffice it to say that I had a doozie last night.

Before I went to bed the verse your dreams are a wish your heart makes when you are first asleep popped into my head and wouldn't pop out, so I wrote it in my journal. Then I wrote that my dream was of being a successful artist, wife and mother. Then I wrote in my journal that it was time to stop giving up pieces of my life to my family that I love with all my heart but they are no longer with us. I don't think it is fair to our long departed love ones for us their loss loss from to keep us from our dreams. I'm a basically self saboteur from way back in my childhood. Not only do I feel my own losses acutely but I feel the losses of others just as deeply. Perhaps the self realization of how yet another national tragedy affected my personal psyche made me make that realization but it's been kind of an issue I've been dealing with for as long as I can remember. I think it's called empathetic intuition.

But then I went to sleep and I had the dream, it was about olives, olive oil and light, not to mention my Italian heritage. somehow it all mishmashed into one major dream realizing I have bits of pieces of my family members there for me to carry with me. My grandmother was named Lucy so of course when I awakened in the middle of the night after the dream, Santa Lucia was singing in my head. While I was laying there trying to go back to sleep there was an infomercial on the radio about you guessed it olives. The olive oil was used to light a lantern in my dream. Santa Lucia is the patron saint of light. I knew that but doublechecked it in my morning hours. I also checked out olives and they are known as a symbol of peace which I didn't really think of but they have many medicinal purposes and some of the ailments I struggle with were among them. Because of the syncronicities and the signs in the dream I believe the point they were trying to make is that my art should be light and much of my most recent work have many lights and light symbols in them. As I said earlier I think it's also the universe's way of letting me know my family is with me on my journey to live out my dreams. I have a lot of clutter to unearth before my life will be completely light filled but I am ready to do the hard work of uncluttering and refilling my life with light, love and my passion for my work. And I'm going to buy some of my favorite olives yesterday because I am an olive lover.

If you read this thank you for reading it all the way through and i hope your life is filled with light, love and passion for your work.

Thursday, August 2, 2007


Hi All! Apologies to anybody who reads my blog and realizes I haven't been blogging very much lately. It's been very hot and very humid and I have fibromyalgia and a nasty case of the summertime blues. I was away a few days last week and I don't know if it is the heat or the humidity or the lack of sleep or all of the above but I've been very fatigued, achy and grumpy the last few days. Don't even feel like stitchin. I've been in puzzle mode mostly. Whenever I am troubled or not feeling well I break out the old Penny Press Variety Puzzles. I like the Places, Please and the Crostics puzzles the best. When I say I'm in puzzle mode I mean I can sit for hours upon hours doing puzzles. It keeps my mind busy but does very little for me otherwise. Something about the dog days of summer just brings out the worst in me. I have no idea now maybe its the looming of my birthday in the middle of the month. When your birthday falls in the middle of August it's kind of a harbinger of the end of the summer. Or it could be that my fibromyalgia is always at it's worst and everything that comes with fibromyalgia. But whatever, my get up and go has got up and gone. Don't worry though I'll medicate myself with Ibruprophens every 6 hours and I'll be as good as new sooner rather then later. I'm gonna go now that I've explained my disappearance. Here's hoping I'll be stitchin soon and you keep stitchin!