Sunday, July 29, 2007

Thankful

Today was a great day. I am very thankful today because I worked on my face most of the afternoon. My hand embroidered face that is. I am thankful for all the different colors of embroidery floss and really thankful for the huge tangled mess of embroidery thread. I am thankful for my local JoAnn's Fabric, where I was able to find a lovely green fabric with a butterfly pattern in the remnant basket. It is exactly the lining I would have picked if I had known it was there for a commission eye glass holder for my friend. it will go lovely with the lime green fabric that is awaiting me. I'm thankful for the limegreen fabric too. I'm thankful for my husband, for my son, for my ceiling fan and for powdered lemonade. tomorrow I will be thankful for being back on the south beach diet but today I'm thankful for the sugary sweet lemonade. Speaking of sugary sweet I think that is my prompt to end my thankfulness here. I will be back with a picture of my face soon. Keep stitching and be filled with gratitude.

P.S. I am thankful for all the people who read this blog today in advance!

Friday, July 27, 2007

My hand



Hi all, this is my blue hand that I have been talking about so much. It's not a great picture but it isn't framed yet. I'll repost when it is framed. I am now working on the face. It is my interpretation of the face and I have already named it but I will share it's name when I post it. I went traveling for a few days and had a wonderful time visiting relatives and going to a Met game. Unfortunately it was my favorite pitcher and they lost the game but it was a fun time with the hubby and my son. I spent the some of the trip down and most of the trip up embroidering my face and it made me realize just how much happier and quieter I am when I am working on a piece of embroidery. It fills my soul with silence and peace. I love to knit and hand crochet but embroidering my own work makes me feel like an artist. Every stitch is different and even if I start out with the same simple shape the coloring and direction changes I take, make every piece different.

That is really a lesson I learned with my blue hand. I have made a green hand which is hanging in the coop I belong to and it is completely different from the blue one. I started out with my hand and ended up with two pieces that look nothing like my hand. I do it all the time even when doing a twigs and berries ornament but somehow a framed piece seems to really bring home the artistry and the differences in each piece.

Well I'm a little tired so I guess I shall be going for tonight. Have a nice weekend and keep stitchin.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Stitchin

I'm still stitchin my blue hand. It's almost finished and then I will frame it and share it. I'm one of those people that can't bear to share my work until it's finished. A few months ago in the coop we had an artists at work exhibit and it was so hard for me to start my piece and just work on it when I was there. As soon as the month was over and I brought it home I couldn't wait to finish it. That is kind of how I feel about my hand today.

After the hand I have a couple of other ideas brewing in my head. I love the feeling of new possibilities when I'm finishing a project. It keeps me going. I've got quite a few possibilities swimming around my head, but of course not enough hours in the day to possibly finish them. I am looking at my work and it is so weird how different it has become. I used to be a craftsperson and just make what I thought others would like, it was mostly about the process not so much the work. Now it is kind of everything all mixed in. I wish to have a style, and I think I do. I wish to be completely original and that is something that is a little harder, not because it is hard to be original but hard to take that risk. Judgement becomes a little more mixed into the work when it comes from you. But all in all it is the process that keeps me going. The mixing of colors and textures and taking small bits of thread and yarn and whatever I am working on and making them into something.

At the moment since I don't have a finished project to show you I am talking process. Hopefully you will come back and see the picture when it arrives. Until then I'll talk about my stitchin and what that means to me. Keep stitchin.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

My tangled mess

Hi All. No pictures yet but I thought I would try to describe my blue hand. It is a hand embroidered hand, which started out as just a simple drawing of my hand. I then took my embroidery needle and a whole tangled mess of blues and started embroidering. I love tangled mess of threads, they are so random. As are my thoughts. Before I became an "artist" and started using my real name I wanted to be known as Tangled Thread Designs. I waited too long and I think someone else is using it anyway. But it describes me and my work the best. I am a tangled mess of threads all bunched up together in a way that makes me interesting and boring at the same time. Every time I pull a thread out of my tangled mess another one gets knotted up. Same thing happens with my embroidery thread.

I am a bit more complicated then the ordinary person who knows me knows. I have had one of those crazy lifes that always seem to revolve in and out of chaos. Since I was a little girl I have been complicated. My mother was an artist and even when I was little and I mean little she would paint pictures of clowns with tears running down their face and say they reminded her of me. I don't even have any of them. My father did not see the importance of them when he packed up my old house and moved on. Funny thing is I didn't really see the importance of them either until I became an "artist" at least in my own mind. See why I don't speak about the threads because I start talking about all the tangled little threads of my life.

Perhaps that is why I am so darn enthralled with tangled threads of embroidery and the randomness that keeps them oh so tightly enmeshed together. There is something so romantic about taking the perfect thread and finding the perfect place for it. In the beginning of my projects I just start with a full skein of something and put an outline but then out comes my tangled thread and every single thing I embroider comes out differently. It's all kismet. As is my life. Keep stitchin.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

An Old Picture From an Old Lifetime



this is an old picture. It was a custom pillow for a little boy named Oliver who liked bugs. I don't really like bugs and pillows aren't really my forte anymore but they are a small piece of what I am today. When my son was two I used to make all kinds of pillows for him and his friends. Most of them were Cross-stitch. I made boats and trains and batman and spiderman pillows. then I moved into the big time and made primitive pillows for an antique store that sold hand crafted items. I also made christening outfits and baby clothes. But the thing that most people wanted were the pillows. Even when I moved to my new house and restarted my business in the beginning all I ever sold were pillows. Big pillows, small pillows and Oliver's pillow. Flowered, beaded, hand embroidered, you name it I made it.

Somewhere along the way I started to shift a bit. I realized that I had a voice that wasn't being heard amongst all those pillows. So I knit beautiful scarves of beautiful yarns, I sold a couple of them but I had a hard time selling myself with them. Then I started making purses, knit purses and then on to hand embroidered purses. They are what I love to do. Late last year I finally bit the bullet and started making framed pieces. Art. I have spent the last 6 months realizing I am an artist. It rolls off my tongue now and lately I've been very creative making framed pieces. I sold one at the coop and now I just can't stop. I have slowly but surely become an artist and all that comes with the word artist. Somehow when one is making an art piece it unearths parts of yourself that you were unaware of. Sometimes it's down right painful and other times it fills me with a peace I've never known.

I'm making one of those pieces now and although it is not finished yet I somehow wanted to talk about it. It should be done in a few days and then I will share it, but I've been kind of in my own world making it and not sharing on my blog. So I killed two birds with one stone, I reminded myself of where I came from and I'm reminding myself where I'm going and this blog is on the path there. Keep stitching and be happy. In ending I hope Oliver is as happy today with his pillow as I am in talking about creating it.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Busy week

Hello all! Hope you have been very creatively busy yourself this past week. I hand embroidered a pink pussycat purse and a butterfly dragonfly combo in purple. I crocheted a handbag(didn't get a chance to line it) and made a couple of belts. I had a ball doing it and all is right in my little corner of the world. Pictures to follow soon and I am off to my favorite 2 day craft show of the year this weekend. Hopefully you won't get to see the pictures of my pink pussycat and butterfly but if I don't sell them I'll be sure to post pictures. I promise after this weekend to share a lot more and take lots of pictures. Keep stitchin. Keep safe.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

I'm awake and inspired

After watching LiveEarth all day I'm inspired by something more than a party. Unless the bozos running for President realize the serious nature of the world we live in and start thinking up solutions and telling US about them they deserve a revolution of awake and aware Americans. I want a candidate of ideas and brains not slogans. Anyone who can figure out the world's problems in a constructive manner deserves our support and all these wannabees deserve the curb if they can't figure out what is important to the American people NOW!

What is important to you? To me a constructive solution to this terrible war in Iraq that will still take care of the problem of global terrorism is what I want to hear? How bout you!

Tomorrow I will speak of my more creative outlets but today this was a little more important to me!God Bless you All(or whatever universal being you believe in) and Keep stitchin

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Independence Day

Today is a day when I'm happy to be independent. Ok So I'm not really independent I have a great husband who supports me. But it is a day when freedom to be who we are is so much more important then on other days. In many countries people are silenced because of their independence, they are not free. As much as things have changed in the negative over the last six years, one thing that has not changed is the fact that we are still basically free to be what and who we are.

Today I crocheted some motifs for my purse, it is pink and brown. It's been flying around my head for weeks and I finally have a few moments to create something right out of my own head. I've happily been doing some custom work lately so it's nice to just let my own creativity be free.

I'll share pictures when I'm finished and basically just wanted to send out a keep stitchin to anybody who happens to read my blog. Be free, keep stitchin and be happy we can do what we love.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Black Hole kind of day

I had a wonderful weekend with my inlaws visiting this past weekend. We went out to dinner, went to the coop, went shopping in the mall and had a basically wonderful weekend. Today was kind of a black hole kind of day when everything you do seems to be the wrong thing. I did a little work but the rest of the day was just a battle, a battle to keep my son occupied and a battle to keep my big mouth shut. Being a talker sometimes you just find yourself saying words you really haven't thought out. Being a talker I know that sometimes that's a really bad thing. Best thing to do is just apologize and move on. Trying to explain or validate why we say the stupid things we say is just a practice in futility. Even though i'm kind of glad I'm a talker, it is either a blessing or a curse, all you can hope for is that you are a blessing more of a percentage then a curse. And then there are days like today where you just fall into a big black hole of talk too much. Say all the wrong things to everybody who crosses your path. I guess you can tell it was one of those days. I probably shouldn't be writing on my blog today but because I was happily indisposed with family this past weekend and cleaning for days in advance I thought I should check in.

I made a framed piece of embroidery which is a black hole with a hand coming out. It's called hope, and I guess I'll leave this blog today with the thought that as long as the hand is coming out of that black hole, there is always tomorrow and one can't say all the wrong things to everybody two days in a row. When I get room on my camera I'll show you my black hole embroidery and maybe you'll understand my title and the thought behind this blog.

P.S. There's a really long story behind my embroidery but I'll share it when I share my picture. Keep stitchin(I'm going to stitch my mouth shut for the rest of the day so I don't end up with another foot in it).