I love this hand crocheted scarf. Ok I've said it, I love this scarf. I especially love the colors. Yes I know you cannot see the colors very clearly in the picture. The center circle is this lovely greenish brown pinkish color and the outer color is this lovely brownish reddish color and they offset each other perfectly. And they are circles. What more could you ask for?
This scarf is only available on the blog now for $45.00. If you wish to purchase it, you can email me or comment with your email. I am getting ready for the busiest season of the year and Albany Shaker is next week(can you believe it?) and then I will be starting a new circle.
I have signed up with an artist representative in Albany, more information on that soon. I'm living in Whitehall but want to keep a presence down Albany way so I've found a wonderful company to represent me. I'm very excited. I''m bouncing back and forth at the moment with my work, I'm working on a knit scarf and a very lovely hand embroidery piece which is a complete departure for me. I won't share what it is until it's finished but suffice it to say it is nothing like my previous work.
So there you have it. Go on with your busy day, if you decide to go for the scarf without being able to see the beautiful contrasting yarns, congratulations. If you are in the Albany area, the scarf will be with me so you can see the colors in person next week at the Albany Shaker Museum. I will be in the Meeting House.
Have a great Labor Day Weekend and hope to see you sooner rather than later with my next finished piece.
I live to be inspired. I am inspired by hand embroidery, fibers, textures,art, music and life in general.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Feeling Stronger
I woke up so strong this morning, like anything is
possible. It’s a new and unique feeling;
one which comes from survival. Doing the
one thing you didn’t think you could do and surviving doing it. Now I have a lot of choices, first of them
finding some gainful employment and charting a life for myself. I still want to do it on my terms so not
quite ready to do the conventional corporate thing yet. I have faith in God and the universe that the
answer is out there somewhere and hopefully with the holidays almost upon us I
will sell enough of my work to keep my head above water while I wait for my
marriage to end.
Peter and I have finally reached the peaceful part
of our marriage ending, the part where the decisions have been made and we are
just waiting for it to be over. It’s
brought a kind of peacefulness to the process.
He’s moving on, I’m moving on.
We’re evolving. I do hope for our
son’s sake that we can somehow manage to be in each other’s life without being
in each other’s life. I truly hope he
finds the wife he wishes he married when he married me.
I’m getting used to living on my own and being alone
a lot of the time. I’m not running
around sightseeing every day, I’m working.
I like working. There are moments
in the middle of the night where I think I hear something and then I realize
that I am hearing my fear and I go back to sleep. I kind of like that feeling of being able to
put the demons back in the closet and going back to sleep. Last night Chopin did it for me. Chopin and peace seem to just fit together
perfectly in my mind. Also weaving ends
into a scarf didn’t really hurt either, it’s great to be able to be creative
whenever the muse finds you.
It’s funny about the Chopin thing, I am still
thinking about pianos. While I was in
the hospital I played the piano and I have thought of nothing (except hand
embroidery and crochet) since. I’m
wondering if there is a piano playing gig in my future (fat chance but fun to
dream about anyway). I really am
fascinated by the piano but maybe that is just some fantasy remembered by a
young girl who wished to play the piano and ended up learning the accordion
instead. But it’s a fun fantasy so when
I settle somewhere perhaps I will be able to afford having a piano nearby.
And then there is my work, I am working again. That always makes me strong and probably kept
me from completely self-destructing many times in my past. It’s humbling to realize just how lucky you
are to have had the parents and the upbringing you had and how although you
thought you were just this little oddball person in a dysfunctional family, you
were a budding artist who had your creativity and sanity nurtured by
masters.
So here I am, ready for another day of end weaving
and embroidering. I’ll have more
pictures later when the end weaving is done.
I am making a lovely brown scarf, in two wonderfully contrasting colors
of brown which I’ll explain in more depths when I share the picture.
And finally, I still believe in a loving and
abundant God and universe and yes Virginia I still believe in my dreams and am
feeling strong enough to believe they may actually come true. Have a great day and live your own dreams
even if it’s only for a moment or two.
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Monday, August 27, 2012
Hand-Embroidered Purse
This is my latest addition to my Etsy shop. This one of a kind purse is hand embroidered and hand beaded and has a lovely hand-beaded handle. It is lovely and elegant and can be used for either the simplest of nights out or the most fancy of evenings.
You can find it here. http://www.etsy.com/listing/107907019/hand-embroidered-silk-flower-bag?utm_source=OpenGraph&utm_medium=PageTools&utm_campaign=Share&fb_ref=like_button&fb_source=other_oneline
It's Taking Too Long
Oddly enough that popped up on my email this morning
while I was loading Autumn Tree, which is hand embroidery framed in a 3 ½ x 4 ½
in antique frame available through the blog for $65.00. It reminded me that autumn trees are almost
upon us and yes my dreams are taking too long.
My dreams are not really taking too long but it is
easy to convince yourself that everyone deserves to be an overnight(or several
nights) success. But life has a way of
happening to us if we don’t take charge of our own dreams and our own life, we
can sometimes get caught in the mud of other people’s expectations for us and
yes we disappoint them when we are not overnight successes or on top of things
we should be on top of.
I am a free spirited artist who never really held to
schedules very well. I have a great
capacity to work hard but time management skills are not my forte, therefore I
need a lot of inspiration and motivation to do just about anything, including
embroider and certainly market myself.
So it looks like everything is taking too long, but then you think about
all the artists of the world who work so darn hard every single day and never
sell a piece of their art it makes me realize I’m not alone. On the other hand I don’t want to be one of
those posthumous artists whose work sells unbelievably well after they have
died. I want to be able to pay my bills
with my art. That’s it, no posthumous
wealth, no million dollar commissions, just pay my bills and yes when you are
faced with this job market and no options other than slinging hash or serving it
(I’m seriously considering the second option so if you are a restaurateur with
a need for a waitress with no experience) art is the answer and yes it is
taking too long. Well not really I do
have a small nest egg to live off of and a dream.
So you see there it is in a nut shell (a
pecan). I am not even good at time
management skills when I want to embroider which I love, so how the heck am I
ever going to keep up with the kids in McDonalds if it comes to that? I’m not.
I wasn’t good at keeping up with the kids in Burger King when I was 16
and was called Dining Room Debbie for a reason.
So I’m an artist who writes a quirky blog with too many words and I have
to figure out a way to make the things I love marketable enough to become a pay
my bills success. There probably aren’t
enough hours in the day to figure those two things out but yet here I am at it
again.
I guess I’m just a little melancholy today also, not
for the Dining Room Debbie days but for the mom days and my beautiful one and
only son is going to be a senior in UAlbany today and this is the first time in
his life I didn’t make him French toast for the first day (ok sometimes it was
the second day) of school. Being his
mother was the one thing I was always good at and feeding him was a joy (sometimes
I think more for me than him). So
forgive me if I look you squarely in the eyes and say yes I know my life is
taking too long for me to figure out and you are very disappointed in me, but I’m
doing the best I can and would you please give that disappointing person in
your own life a hug because they are trying too.
Sometimes we have to look in the mirror and say
someday my prince will come, or sometime my prints will sell, or sometime soon
I will figure out the meaning of life, but how boring would that be?
Thanks for reading.
I am very melancholy and very proud of my one and only son who reminds
me even more now that I am not with him every day that he was always the reason
I woke up in the morning. Have a great
day and remember to be kind to the disappointing in your life.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Hello Darkness My Old Friend
This is my latest piece, another tree that has a
beautiful little antique frame waiting for it.
It’s going to be a fall tree with fall approaching. This year has just flown by at such a pace it’s
amazing that yet another season has passed and a new one is approaching much
too quickly.
I am an artist, it is who I am today and who I was
at the beginning of the year but it is nice to finally be free enough both
physically and mentally to just throw myself into my work and the upcoming holiday
season. Yes the upcoming holiday season
when the leaves will fall off the trees and snow will fall (perhaps, last year
it didn’t). I think sometimes when we
are artists we expect that life will be perfect and we will figure out the
meaning of life and how to pay for it.
Sometimes the gray or even black zones take over and we find ourselves
swimming upstream against a strong current without even the oar of an
embroidery needle handy. That’s where I
was for much of the year, while I was blogging and waxing metaphorically about
being an artist I was a hair away from Vincent Van Gogh (I did manage to keep
both my ears though).
Depression for whatever reason is a malady that no
one wants to talk about, a secret that must be hidden from the masses hence the
happy inspiring work of a hand embroidery artist with dark doors surrounded by
light become a silent prayer for one’s own sanity to return. Interpersonal relationships left me deeply
entrenched behind the dark doors to my own mind only to erupt in the most
heartbreaking of ways. I spent a week on
the behavioral unit at Glens Falls Hospital.
But as I look back at the week on the behavioral
unit I see that I am a lucky soul. I
have had one of the most meditative relaxing mediums at my disposal every
single day, other artists and ordinary people are not so lucky. The madness becomes overwhelming, they end up
in places they cannot comprehend drugged, scared and primally screaming. I guess it is a drawback to being creative
that when light is present we are wonderfully productive and wonderfully
inspired but when darkness is present we try very hard to keep it hidden and
keep our ears on our heads. Many artists
deal with depression and frankly who does want to see a piece of art that
depicts the anger, hatred and downright toxicity of a marriage gone bad. I guess a writer or a song writer can do more
justice to heartbreak then yet another broken heart or even worse a hand
embroidered picture of a woman screaming.
No one likes the ugly picture of a woman screaming or a man for that
matter.
But then again I’m lucky, my week on the behavioral
unit was a week in which I met an amazing bunch of people who life has not been
kind to, it made me realize just how fortunate I am that one week will probably
be my only week, the final straw that made me move forward and out of the
prison I had put myself in. It made me
realize that for some people behavioral units are a revolving door of drugs,
containment and horrors that they will never escape for very long and that even
ordinary kind of eccentric hand embroidery artists can lose themselves and find
themselves in one short week(or several).
It showed me that even people who have lost everything still are
valuable members of society and deserve our admiration and prayers for they may
not be far from their next behavioral unit but they are strong and resolute and
among the living and that too is a gift that many an artist or ordinary person
no longer had the strength to endure. So
bless them and I hope the lovely people stripped of everything except their
hearts of gold will endure and find peace and hope and happiness in the rest of
this life or the life that lives beyond.
Thank you to all the artists, writers, musicians and
therapists who find a way every day to guide us to the light beyond the dark doors and inspire us to make
beautiful uplifting art instead of women screaming. Your gifts that come from your darkness shine
a light for the rest of us when we find darkness. If you are an artist and you feel you can’t
go on another day, please find a way or find the nice soft fall of a behavioral
unit where they make sure you are fed, that you sleep, that you are clothed and
showered, that you are medicated if you need it and finally that you are alive. Who knows what masterpiece lies in you
waiting to be discovered?
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Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Appreciating the Past
I picked this piece to illustrate my point as it is filled with french knots, lovely time consuming, meditative french knots, which can only be done the old fashioned way, one french knot at a time.
We are in an exciting time of technological
breakthroughs and we are able to listen to music on our phones, see art on our
computers, read books on our Kindles and reach out and touch people through YouTube. But yet I can’t help thinking that we have
lost something very important with all these technological breakthroughs. We’ve lost the simplicity of watching Elvis
Presley on Ed Sullivan from the waist up, we’ve lost the feeling of going to a
museum and seeing a real Picasso, and we’ve lost the ability to value the real
thing.
Our schools are getting rid of art programs left and
right, books and book stores have moved on to the more digital age and I would imagine the school trips to the
Metropolitan Opera are now a thing of the past too. It seems perfectly all right in this society
to banish art and banish books and music if it doesn’t fit into the all too
narrow marketplace. We have lost centuries of culture and inspiration while at
the same time extoling the nothingness of the Kardashian sisters. They may be interesting to gawk at but
cultural icons, hardly. But that is what
we as a society have done. We’ve taken
beautiful art and words written by wordsmiths and replaced them with fluffy,
prettiness. Gone are the days of
Masterpiece Theater and The Twilight Zone, even if they were not your cup of
tea, they were interesting and well thought out. Now we have Kim and her ex-basketball playing
boyfriend/husband hitting each other (playfully or not) on TV. What happened?
How did Mozart get replaced by Justin Bieber
anyway? Justin Bieber has a lovely
singing voice and at least we can say that about him but he is simply not
interesting enough to have an entire magazine devoted to him. There may even be more than one magazine
devoted to his wonderfulness. Meanwhile
the beautiful, enduring music of Mozart has been enjoyed for centuries, do you
think we’ll be able to say that about Bieber?
God Bless Him I hope he does cobble out a career that will be remembered
by something more than Baby, Baby, Baby.
Millions of artists are being ripped off daily
because they are brave enough to put their visual artwork out on the internet
in hopes of being discovered and people in other countries are taking their
intellectual properties and knocking it off to sell in discount stores all over
the world. We are still out here trying
to make a difference, trying to remain inspired and be inspiring, but it gets
harder every day when all one has to do is look at the newspaper and see
garbage masquerading as news. There is a
dumbing down that is only possible when you lose the value of an actual Picasso
and embrace the generic nature of our society today where it is more normal to
look at a Michelangelo on the computer than to visit a museum and see one first
hand.
This post came from the early morning listen to
beautiful music by Mozart in hopes of staying in bed for another hour or
two. It didn’t work but did remind me
that sometimes technology can keep us firmly rooted in both today and yesterday
and that it doesn’t have to be a never-ending journey in mediocrity. Please support the arts and music and
literature in school. Keep the libraries,
bookstores, and record shops open. Go
see an uplifting inspirational film in a movie theater and go see a Picasso in
person in a museum. Even if the only
way we see a Picasso is on the computer at least Picasso will be around in a
couple of centuries, Kim Kardashian won’t. Thanks for reading.
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Sunday, August 19, 2012
A Simple Man
A Simple Man is a song by Lynard Skynard. It’s one of my favorites and reflects the
outlook I have on life today. All anyone
wants in life is to be accepted and driven by what they love. I love hand embroidering, crocheting and
spinning a yarn. That is what I wake up
every morning hoping to somehow reflect out into the world.
I am truly starting over. There is no backward motion anymore. The time has come to put one foot in front of
the other, put the pedal to the metal and try to follow my dream wherever it
may lead me. The last week has been
incredible. I have so many more
possibilities at the end of the week than I had in the desperation of having to
find a place to live by yesterday (or seven yesterdays). I have a great roommate/landlord named
Richard, a man who has followed his dreams through several incarnations and is
about to embark on another one. I have a
son who is learning how to live with me a little further away and becoming more
independent and making me so proud of who he has become. I have a bunch of artistic opportunities
underneath my belt from my previous life and I have a whole bunch of artistic
opportunities waiting for me in every direction in my new life. I have my heart,
my mind, and my soul waiting to be expressed.
I am a hand embroidery artist, it is a very slow
medium but one that has served me extremely well over the years. It’s a simple yet complicated medium. Writing is simple and complicated also. A writer has to write enough words to be
interesting and yet reign themselves in as to not become a bore. It’s a fine line I’m still learning. This is who I am, a meandering trail of
thread with a bunch of loose ends who somehow manages to keep it all together no
matter how tangled life becomes. That is
what being a simple woman means to me.
So now that I am a simple independent woman I can’t
spend quite as much time bloviating and must spend more time being an artist,
finding some income and writing a few interesting things about life and seeing
where all of it takes me. It’s not easy,
it’s kind of complicated but as Lynard Skynard says it’s something to love and
understand. Either I have a dream or I
don’t. Either I go for it or I don’t. Either it reflects who I am or it doesn’t. It’s time to figure that all out and
fly. See you tomorrow (or later).
Friday, August 17, 2012
Taking Care of Business
It's another lovely morning up here in Whitehall! It's so peaceful here I can really feel myself starting to emerge from the doldrums by the minute. This is the latest piece I am working on. It is a pleasure to just work up here, I am going to make this short and sweet and then get back to creativity and the Ticonderoga Walmart.
Richard has told me it is a lovely ride and closer than Saratoga. Every time I venture out from Whitehall I am floored by the beauty and tranquility of this beautiful place I am now calling home. The beauty of the mountains, the centering nature of Whitehall and the idea that you can drive a 1/2 hour in every direction and find beauty and peace is just amazing.
There are a lot of business opportunities for anyone so inclined, I myself am trying to decide whether I am so inclined. Part of me says yes in a heartbeat and the other side says as much as I love it here will I still love it months from now. Time will tell. In the meantime I am doing the artist thing and loving it.
Taking care of business is my mantra for the day. Working on this piece(and the new scarf I bought yarn for yesterday), getting some lamps and t shirts so I don't have to go to the laundromat quite so often although my embroidery loves the laundromat and just trying to take care of myself. I slept 3 or 4 hours in a row so even that is getting better. Taking Care of Business is a song by Bachman Turner Overdrive.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCIUf8eYPqA
Richard has told me it is a lovely ride and closer than Saratoga. Every time I venture out from Whitehall I am floored by the beauty and tranquility of this beautiful place I am now calling home. The beauty of the mountains, the centering nature of Whitehall and the idea that you can drive a 1/2 hour in every direction and find beauty and peace is just amazing.
There are a lot of business opportunities for anyone so inclined, I myself am trying to decide whether I am so inclined. Part of me says yes in a heartbeat and the other side says as much as I love it here will I still love it months from now. Time will tell. In the meantime I am doing the artist thing and loving it.
Taking care of business is my mantra for the day. Working on this piece(and the new scarf I bought yarn for yesterday), getting some lamps and t shirts so I don't have to go to the laundromat quite so often although my embroidery loves the laundromat and just trying to take care of myself. I slept 3 or 4 hours in a row so even that is getting better. Taking Care of Business is a song by Bachman Turner Overdrive.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCIUf8eYPqA
Thursday, August 16, 2012
It's a Beautiful Day
This Heart Butterfly will be available at the Valley Artisans Market Seconds and Pottery Sale this weekend. Every artist has work available at a reduced price and Kathleen the wonderful member in charge of this event has really outdone herself so please come by and shop! Many of the artists will be in and out over the weekend so please come and meet us too!
I’m working a lot
more too. Today I’m thinking how nice it might be to just work all day, I haven’t
even thought of a day like that in such a long time. I still haven’t figured out a way to
supplement my income but I have no doubt I will. I hope all is well with you; my brain is a
little less foggy so hopefully more thought provoking posts soon and some
pictures. The pictures are on hold as I
am still trying to figure out the new phone my son gave me for my birthday and
how to send them to my email. Have a great day and I'm going to get to work!
The sun is shining on the water, I made some great
eggs, and I’ve been embroidering for hours.
What could be more beautiful? I
don’t have any pictures to share my phone is upstairs and I am in the galley
room. It looks like a galley, I’ll have
to ask if that was the intention or not.
The house is built on the water which I found fascinating really. I find everything about this place
fascinating. One of the cats disappeared
for hours only to be found somehow under a bench next to the kitchen. It was wild
and woolly but all’s well that ends well.
I took a ride to Cambridge yesterday and the ride is
even more beautiful from up north than it is from down south. Beautiful mountain views, farms, green
everywhere. Just took my breath
away. Every time I venture out in my car
I am in awe of the countryside and Richard(my landlord) says the view up north
outshines them all, I don’t even know how that is possible.
The sleep patterns are getting slightly better. I’m sleeping more, not really more hours in a
row, but more sleep on the whole. I’m
feeling so much better and so much more peaceful. Hardly any anxiety at all and considering
where I’ve been the last few weeks I think that is unbelievable (but true none
the less).
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Tuesday, August 14, 2012
In the Still of the Night
Hence the powers that be and my insurance company decided not quite. So I started the week of hotel, which was ultra cool having a jacuzzi and a really cool bathtub to soak in. And somehow in desperation and a realization that I couldn't live at home(I think I can visit and probably be a friend to the experience but I can't live in my old home) I answered a listing on Craig'slist and ended up overlooking some water, eating ganache on my birthday and marveling in the still of the night about how the heck did I exactly end up here now.
I've started to sleep again, not straight through but more and more each night. I've started to embroider again, more than I have in months, I've started to dream again and I looked out the window last night in the darkness to see lights shimmering on the canal and realized I may not be here forever but this is where I am supposed to find myself in the moment. I have a new friend who is a chef, hence the ganache. I found some vintage fabrics, hence the upcoming pillows and hearts. I found myself as an artist and I found peace. Honest to goodness peace with being myself and hoping for the best again. And yet I still don't really understand how I ended up with a room overlooking water, with a trusty dog and a bunch of trusty cats and a friend all in the blink of an eye. In a place where you can buy vintage fabric. Do you know how hard it is to buy good vintage anything anymore?
I'm going to go shower and clear my head and start my day, back to CP to see my son, see my therapist and contemplate what to bring with me to my new home. Have a great day and I'll see you later on Facebook or here with some pictures of work instead of my great new view. Deb
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Monday, August 13, 2012
Good Day Sunshine
Good day sunshines! Hope everyone who reads this is happy and chipper this morning. I am happy and chipper. I have somehow managed to live on planet earth for 53 years without growing up. Today is my 53rd birthday and have much to be thankful for. First off my son, who made the last 21 years the bomb. Secondly my family, they have been so wonderful in these past few months(and the rest of my life too, one of the best parts about crashing and burning is being embraced by the people who knew you when you were too young to crash and burn) and then there are the friends. What can I say I'm blessed!
I am still at a crossroads in my life, as lovely as Whitehall is it is not the destination of my dreams but it could be the destination of anybody with a dream. There is so much freakin opportunity here it is teeming all over town, maybe teeming the wrong word to use but bursting out is more accurate.
Everywhere you look there is a vacant building waiting to be moved into. An artist coop(my personal favorite), a book store, a record store, a yoga studio. Any kind of dream is available here. I would love to come back here in a couple of years and find all those things and more right here in Whitehall. But first I have to leave, not quite yet but I'm going to be doing mini roadtrips in every direction and see if there is a dream waiting for me somewhere along the path I'm traveling. Everywhere you look there is a mountain and I will find them and then come home to sleep. If and when I can ever get some sleep. For those who care(and there are a few) I am not sleeping through but sleeping more.
Obviously this is the piece I'm working on and Good Day Sunshine is a song by Paul McCartney. I know grammatically this blog post was a slog but whatever. Have a great day !
I am still at a crossroads in my life, as lovely as Whitehall is it is not the destination of my dreams but it could be the destination of anybody with a dream. There is so much freakin opportunity here it is teeming all over town, maybe teeming the wrong word to use but bursting out is more accurate.
Everywhere you look there is a vacant building waiting to be moved into. An artist coop(my personal favorite), a book store, a record store, a yoga studio. Any kind of dream is available here. I would love to come back here in a couple of years and find all those things and more right here in Whitehall. But first I have to leave, not quite yet but I'm going to be doing mini roadtrips in every direction and see if there is a dream waiting for me somewhere along the path I'm traveling. Everywhere you look there is a mountain and I will find them and then come home to sleep. If and when I can ever get some sleep. For those who care(and there are a few) I am not sleeping through but sleeping more.
Obviously this is the piece I'm working on and Good Day Sunshine is a song by Paul McCartney. I know grammatically this blog post was a slog but whatever. Have a great day !
Saturday, August 11, 2012
A New Beginning
A view like this.
A meal like this.
A trusty dog.
Ok so I was freakin out 2 hours ago because I am in my new apartment. I am here alone(hopefully that's not a mistake to say so). My landlord/roommate had to work, I am locked out of my room and can't figure out how to turn the lights on in the room I'm in now. So what else would Debbie do but panic. But DebraAnn looked out the window(after panicking) realized the lodge across the street was having a chicken barbeque and ate. Drank a little wine. Ok and whined a little too. And realized I have a big old couch a tv and a really good air conditioner(not to mention a sweet as pie dog) on this very hot day and am thankful for the new opportunity. I'm sure my new landlord/roommate will come back for his dog and 4 cats. Yes he likes cats and has 4 of them because he can't stand the thought of euthanizing them. He's a chef and a bartender although I had to wing it earlier when I made lunch on the industrial size stove. Which was an experience all by itself, lighting pilot lights and being a big girl all by myself. I'm ok and very tired so I'm sitting on the couch getting ready to lie down and sleep out the darkness with the tv keeping me company. I hope you are all well. I'll have something more insightful and embroidered tomorrow(as my embroidery is in the locked room). By the way had a great trek to Vermont which is literally only about 10 minutes away. Feel really good about this. Deb.
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