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I am inspired by hand embroidery, fibers, textures,art, music and life in general.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.comBlogger662125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-37543392879332283462022-12-04T19:51:00.000-08:002022-12-04T19:51:16.459-08:00Lady in Red<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfYMPaY9FypYKc0aENyGZ4ezt_1nNoPTfuFWiUj1znx6JTvV3Hi8n94FtwKXY7sU-Zy5GttIeTTHoDR1JOVIxOq9FKWAauJJbcEjdstHkSmDw3wy-bH59Sw4z0-cRUiB0hP_rKIo7ccVMurNTvdQE9dYjIXtd7duQEVPNTEa9JrxD3TOGQwcSaD0uIA/s3264/838E0511-225B-4AB6-A69D-5F1C6C7FC133.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfYMPaY9FypYKc0aENyGZ4ezt_1nNoPTfuFWiUj1znx6JTvV3Hi8n94FtwKXY7sU-Zy5GttIeTTHoDR1JOVIxOq9FKWAauJJbcEjdstHkSmDw3wy-bH59Sw4z0-cRUiB0hP_rKIo7ccVMurNTvdQE9dYjIXtd7duQEVPNTEa9JrxD3TOGQwcSaD0uIA/s320/838E0511-225B-4AB6-A69D-5F1C6C7FC133.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzKu3b6LtcfAfa_hMLaDKI3birIndkF2f-kNfupgjBv8eMikT266fmsIvuFbEk7y68JzXF9lsm3U550SQRaLCaMqUL4LYcgbK2UWCSx80ltqf69sG2-I5M1k03nDVMGFe1oXMzj9Vx3R4C9Jh1gfgbUBbt_56Mme0oABR7_oU--BYNibqzTRQvcDafA/s2048/E446A72C-2065-4DCE-8B80-DA5A24DD783D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzKu3b6LtcfAfa_hMLaDKI3birIndkF2f-kNfupgjBv8eMikT266fmsIvuFbEk7y68JzXF9lsm3U550SQRaLCaMqUL4LYcgbK2UWCSx80ltqf69sG2-I5M1k03nDVMGFe1oXMzj9Vx3R4C9Jh1gfgbUBbt_56Mme0oABR7_oU--BYNibqzTRQvcDafA/s320/E446A72C-2065-4DCE-8B80-DA5A24DD783D.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Hi all! Today was an indoor day, a little gloomy with the sun going in and out. A little on the cold side with my condition making me feel quite cold so spent the day embroidering. Today I embroidered the red mandala hearts on gold silk. I am so enjoy the simplicity of them. Very meditative. Straight stitches and French knots. Very relaxing. The other red mandala ornament was made a few weeks ago for the same reason. I love to meditate to them too. I put them in my hand and sit very quietly rubbing the design gently with my fingers. They are very comforting and soothing. There are times since I got sick that I am just kind of overwhelmed. Embroidering has always been my go to when stressed, even when I was a kid. I guess it’s the focusing on the needle and the repetition. Up and down up and down. I framed a small art piece today but I haven’t decided whether I want to sell it on Etsy or bring it to Valley Artisan Market. I will share that in a couple of days. For now the mandala ornaments/pillows are available on my Etsy shop<a href="http://www.Etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitches">Debs Tangled Stitches</a>. Thanks for reading. Keep stitching. Deb<p></p>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-28610612318237620762022-12-03T08:32:00.000-08:002022-12-03T08:32:31.177-08:00Well it’s December<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLJZcSVXdUPqpBzqOBCnSm6d457CdrUEbDd11t13FaH5Gw2FGR1pu32FGtmvwXG7qE1RcWiE1LpEeiJgNlQhNTblkWF_jaZcwIN0QTO803gZHmksp11oE4R9AUSfx_7xAxWsLXz6jGfIapNY8iua8Ja-JGFWlAqqKBmKZkkWwde1EA5nPXNgqOcIlsQ/s3264/1B19870B-13A0-444E-9F6B-876D3BCC5BCD.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLJZcSVXdUPqpBzqOBCnSm6d457CdrUEbDd11t13FaH5Gw2FGR1pu32FGtmvwXG7qE1RcWiE1LpEeiJgNlQhNTblkWF_jaZcwIN0QTO803gZHmksp11oE4R9AUSfx_7xAxWsLXz6jGfIapNY8iua8Ja-JGFWlAqqKBmKZkkWwde1EA5nPXNgqOcIlsQ/s320/1B19870B-13A0-444E-9F6B-876D3BCC5BCD.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>When I wrote a couple of months ago I had every intention of making this a daily thing or maybe even a weekly thing but to be quite honest my life has become a moment to moment thing. I was diagnosed with a rare lung disease back in August. It has taken my entire life and well made it tangled. The only sure thing in my life right now is embroidery because my tangled life has me completely stressed out most of the time and my old friends, needle and thread, are the only things that seem to unstress me. I planned on doing craft shows but we’ll that kind of went out the window when I ended up in the hospital in September, I planned on working at my part time job that I loved but that is gone too. I’ve been in this place before several times and always seem to work my way out of it sooner or later. I am just waiting for the sooner. </p><p>In the meantime, this is one of my new items available on my Etsy shop, my mandala heart ornaments. I love them they make me focus, provide a focal point to meditate to and their tactile nature calms me down when I hold them in my hands. A triple threat to my stress. I have decided to market them as meditation heart pillows (they will also look great on your Christmas tree). If you would like to purchase them they are available on my Etsy Shop. Debs Tangled Stitches<a href="www.Etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitches ">Debs Tangled Stitches</a>. If you would like to order one in a different color please email me or message me on Etsy and I will be happy to make one specially for you. Please allow 7 to 10 days for custom orders.</p><p>This has been a really tough time for me since I spend a lot of time in my apartment with Dixie(my dog) and if you know me I would have gone to a supermarket opening not to be alone with the dog. I’ll try to share a bit more often and just wanted to let you know how unbelievably grateful I am for my family and friends who have made the past few months more bearable. Keep stitching</p>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-39325200844230621962022-10-11T09:57:00.000-07:002022-10-11T09:57:13.703-07:00Love, Peace and Joy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XuMzaf9NtE82pnuOtjZ7ThAUAfjVNLK7szrnL1VjeNqwXzXDItNCqNq_1DIAvMeOd0iVQTcekZH9zWjnF1ZzEweTGGEMXd843-v5gE0TyURAhNz0OFDdPRC6VlPD48FZq-IpEuG3yccm6bhOIOTm_wiQ_-TA_shrChA9TAjkaOxybJQGdJs1rDZTfw/s3264/A3DB667C-174F-4A08-BC46-65DCEA5AECDD.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XuMzaf9NtE82pnuOtjZ7ThAUAfjVNLK7szrnL1VjeNqwXzXDItNCqNq_1DIAvMeOd0iVQTcekZH9zWjnF1ZzEweTGGEMXd843-v5gE0TyURAhNz0OFDdPRC6VlPD48FZq-IpEuG3yccm6bhOIOTm_wiQ_-TA_shrChA9TAjkaOxybJQGdJs1rDZTfw/s320/A3DB667C-174F-4A08-BC46-65DCEA5AECDD.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Hi All! This is a test post. It’s been a really long time. I hope you all have been well. Hope you have all been happy. I hope you will follow my blog again. In the meantime you can buy my ornaments and pillows and art at <a href="www.Etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitches ">Debs Tangled Stitches</a> or Valley Artisans Market in Cambridge, NY. Keep stitching.<p></p>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-28873869641770717402020-04-25T05:17:00.001-07:002020-04-25T05:17:20.603-07:00A Normal Kind of Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="goog_1396048715"></span><span id="goog_1396048716"></span>Peace. It was a beautiful morning. She woke up with the song Homeward Bound singing in her head. She had always loved Simon and Garfunkel. She watched the video on YouTube the concert in Central Park. A lovely song in a lovely setting. She pulled her hair back, put her shoes on and took Dixie out. It was a warm but cloudy morning but it felt like spring. It had been cold and snowy for a few days so the warmth and the lack of the wind felt good on her skin on this day. <br />
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The birds were chirping, not just one bird but she could hear the songs of many different birds. Silently she just listened to the sounds of the birds talking to each other. Then she heard the ducks, she looked up to see two of them together flying overhead. I guess they were on a special date. Silently she just stood thinking how beautiful it all was. How normal, how sweet, how lovely a morning it was.<br />
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For a moment she forgot why it was so quiet and lovely. It was a morning in April in the middle of a pandemic. A beautiful moment in the middle of unending sorrows, a time to contemplate if normal would ever return for good. Hopefully it was a harbinger of what was yet to come. A quiet tranquil moment she just had to write down to remind herself that it will be okay. Someday.<br />
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The peace pillow is available on my Etsy shop. You can find it here.<br />
<a href="https://etsy.me/2VCBw3P">https://etsy.me/2VCBw3P</a>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-40580665994146717882020-04-16T08:53:00.000-07:002020-04-16T08:53:11.660-07:00A Ball of Yarn and a Book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was a little girl my mother had to work in a store. She was a sales lady in the millinery department of National’s Family Store, a precursor to Walmart. When she couldn’t find a babysitter she would bring my brother and I to work with her and plant us at a table in the snack bar area for however many hours that she had to work. We would eat lunch usually grill cheese and French fries both of which I still love today unfortunately. She would give us two dollars each and tell us we could buy whatever we wanted. I would usually buy a skein of yarn and some knitting needles, even back then I was always losing them and a book. My brother could get whatever he wanted to and we would just sit there for hours happily occupying ourselves with our treasures.<br />
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Here I am at 60 years old still remembering the joy of spending that money on something I loved. I was always a reader even as a small child and I loved the feel of books. I loved to go the library too and I can still remember reading Beverly Cleary books at the snack bar table. I would break up the day with my knitting needles clack, clack, clacking away. Before you knew it the day would be over and we would depart for home but our time at the snack bar is a memory I think of very fondly.<br />
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It brings back different kinds of memories of my mother too as she really was in her element as a seller of hats. She was a quiet woman but her eyes sparkled as she took care of the hats and her customers and you could tell all of her co-workers loved her. She always cared about my brother and I so she would check up on us and make sure we were happy and quiet with our new found treasures. And we were because she gave us the money to go pick out something special just for us. Her coworkers would check up on us too and the snack bar ladies would feed us. It was a lot of fun.<br />
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I’ve been thinking a lot about my mother the last few weeks of my solitary confinement and how she would want me to find happiness somewhere in the middle of all this sorrow. My friend Jamie asked me about Nationals yesterday and that brought up my beautiful childhood memories of being marooned on a snack bar Island for a few hours. My mother loved my friend Jamie and I still love him today.<br />
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So now I’m gonna make myself a grilled cheese sandwich and read a good book and maybe pick up my knitting for a little while and pretend I’m a child again for a little while. Keep stitching.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-10693522969496462292020-04-04T03:56:00.000-07:002020-04-04T04:05:44.014-07:00Jo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I’m gonna veer off the beaten path today and speak about Jo. Jo was my mother in law. She was such a vibrant, loving woman. She was a collector of quilts and needlework and loved the needle arts as much as I did. I think that is how we bonded. She was not a maker but she really appreciated them. It is because of her that I sell my art, she was so supportive of my talent. I would make her Scarlet Letter Samplers, so much harder than my usual fare. I would make her embroidered gifts long before I tried to express myself through hand embroidery. I used to make christening outfits and she bought a couple of them too, she used to say even the princes of olden days wore christening gowns. The longer the better. She framed them and they were on her walls. Everything I made she loved, she was so very supportive. <br />
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She loved my son and my son adored his nana. The sun rose and set on him. She adored him from the very moment he was born. I remember when he was little and did something that was exasperating I would call her looking for advice. Her advice always was he’s a prince he’s allowed to do anything he wants. She was always, always interested in his interests and his life. She was very generous too. Her family meant everything to her and she showed it. I would always go home with treasures from her house. A blouse she bought that didn’t fit or a bunch of nesting boxes. We had our issues but what mother daughter relationship doesn’t, she was my mother longer than my mother was my mother and I loved her dearly.<br />
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My divorce was 8 years ago but we maintained a telephone relationship. She would always ask about my job, ask if I was ok, ask about Brian and ask questions about Dixie. I loved to talk to her. I loved her. Last year I went back to Long Island for a wedding and I got to visit with her and Rudy one last time. It was a beautiful time. It was so nice to see her. So much had changed but yet so little.<br />
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She had fallen in February and had broken her leg. I had left her a few messages but she was hospitalized and then in a rehab facility. I did not know she did not have a phone in her room so I called her and spoke to her briefly on the floor nurses phone. She was still beautiful Jo and she asked me to write her a letter and mail it to her home. I told her I would. This is that letter written after her death. I told her I loved her and she said she loved me and that was it. She caught the coronavirus and passed away. She is with her lovely sisters, Kate and Dorothy, and Uncle Micky and Uncle Hank. And I will always have my memories of my second mother Jo. I hope she has met my mom as I know they would have so much to talk about. Godspeed. I love you.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-3505408803663623482020-03-24T23:29:00.001-07:002020-03-24T23:29:36.610-07:00We don’t need 50 solutions we need ONE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are Americans. We care about each other and American values. We’ve had presidents who have gotten us through wars, through 9/11, through assassinations, through impeachments. Through lean times and prosperous ones. Who brought the country together instead of dividing it. Who didn’t promote fighting with their relatives at Thanksgiving and calling everything a hoax. Even if they weren’t the best president ever they brought us together in times of crisis. Today as I listened to our president blame Andrew Cuomo for not ordering ventilators two years ago and Anthony Fauci blame New Yorkers for traveling around the country and giving Americans the Coronavirus I was really thankful that Andrew Cuomo took charge and quarantined us. That he somehow got the tests that make our state the epicenter of this horrible virus. It’s everywhere folks as shown by all of the stories I have shared. In some cases these states that are not testing their citizens are held up as models by our president in news conferences. I guess it’s the see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil model. A lot of these states have not done any testing nor have they enacted any safety measures. I did see Mike Pence hold up his piece of paper that said 15 day plan. But did they actually do anything with those 15 days except piggyback on governors smart enough to take action. My guess is no and we will continue to see the numbers rise in states all over our nation. All we need at this time is competent leaders. There are cases in Mike Pence’s Indiana, Mitch McConnell’s Kentucky, Kevin McCarthy and Nancy Pelosi’s California, and Steve Scalise’s Louisiana. They can’t even get it together enough to help all of US Americans they’ve hung out to dry. I know what it means to be an American, I know what it means to be a human. They should all wake up tomorrow and find a way to heal our nation. That doesn’t mean bailing out a bank. It means helping those that are sick, helping those that need resources, helping those that work their asses off and still cant pay their bills, help ordinary Americans put food on their table and give us the time we need to heal from all of their mistakes. For the life of me I don’t understand why anyone would be a public servant to forget the people who made them one. What is the point? To build walls, to keep other people out, hell they don’t even seem to care about the people who grew up here. I love my country dearly, my parents made me that way. A liberal artist and a conservative veteran(or more importantly a Yankee fan and a Mets Fan). Just wake up this morning, find a way to work together, do your fucking jobs and help us to heal. We shouldn’t have 50 different solutions we should have ONE.<br />
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I have always said that my son is the reason I wake up every morning. He is in love and happy so I’ve kind of kept my distance from him lately. The realization of this virus and how deadly it could be put me in a panic yesterday. The thought that I may possibly die(irrational maybe)without seeing his face in person made me walk in the rain and visit him uninvited. Raising him was the greatest job I ever had. Raising your children is an honor. So when you are in close quarters trying to get your work done and trying to keep your children entertained remember it is a gift you have been given. Some day they will move on to lives of their own and you could be very alone and have to live with yourself for a while. I am ok I’ve been living with myself the last few months but I do kind of wish this had happened 15 years ago so I could be with the people I loved. Be safe. Please stay healthy and when all this is over hopefully we all will remember what is most important.<br />
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This heart can be purchased at www.etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitches <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitches">www.etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitches</a>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-3634208951015433832020-03-04T10:30:00.000-08:002020-03-04T10:30:50.999-08:00All You Need is Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well it’s been a while. And what a strange trip it’s been. This lovely pillow is available on Etsy.<a href="https://etsy.me/2vscg6l">https://etsy.me/2vscg6l</a>. Now for the strange trip so you can move on if you are only interested in my art.<br />
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I had a short lived Grub Hub career. Making money delivering food is both easy and very hard. I had quite the adventure culminating in a weekend that saw me delivering food to a recycling plant with hard hats and trucks and backing out about 200 feet, driving the wrong way on a one way street in Albany and locking my keys in the car while in a desolate mobile home park in the freezing cold. I kind of loved it anyway and can see why people do it and why I might still do it after getting commercial insurance policy. You can’t make a claim on your insurance if you are a driver for hire in NY state. Luckily it was dark and there was hardly anybody else on the one way street.<br />
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I’ve been kind of putting my art and pillows on the back burner in order to conquer my dire financial situation(please buy my art). I didn’t have a very successful holiday season with my hearts so threw them out with the bath water(silly me) and wanted to be an artist sniff, sniff, huff, huff. (Although to be honest most artists I know are the nicest people and not pretentious at all). A few weeks ago while I was on my way to the co-op I asked God for a sign and he actually gave me one in the way if 2 young people who admired my work, a sale, and an opportunity to be included in a pop art show which was so much fun. Then came the notice about my rent and I went into panic mode. Kind of still there. Hence Grub Hub. I spent the next two weeks on the road in the rain, in the snow, and the sun(yes I know the post office is always hiring) only to end up being exhausted, perennially cold and totally at odds with myself so maybe the one way street was an omen.<br />
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So I’ve decided to look for a second part time job although I’m not qualified to do anything except waitress(barely some might say) and embroider. And to be grateful for my embroidery, my family and my friends who have been there to love me when I clearly didn’t love myself. Please be kind to everybody because at this moment in the universe everyone has their demons to slay many with much more scary demons than mine. If you feel so inclined to help me, buy some art from my Etsy shop. Thank you ever so much if you read through all this. I really am so very grateful. Hopefully some day soon I’ll be able to laugh without crying. Keep stitching.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-9705523221079795342020-02-14T05:58:00.000-08:002020-02-14T05:58:29.656-08:00The Sun, The Moon and The Stars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What is the sun, the moon and the stars?<br />
It is the beckoning of a greater force,<br />
Greater than all of us.<br />
Looking up into the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars beckon us, the great unknown,<br />
They unite us.<br />
We all look and see the same things for a day, a week, a month, eternity.<br />
They guide us when we are lost, they give us direction, they illuminate the sky<br />
They keep us company on a day at the beach or a dark night of the soul.<br />
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This piece is available on my Etsy shop. You can find it here. <br />
<br /><a href="https://etsy.me/2OVsMSR">https://etsy.me/2OVsMSR</a><br />Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-14189893100067377162020-02-06T08:51:00.000-08:002020-02-06T08:51:48.872-08:00Messages From the Universe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes in our lives we ask God or the universe what we need in our life. We go inward and meditate and ask for answers. Sometimes the answers are painful memories which he keep us stuck in a place of lack. Sometimes the answer is opportune people who show up in your life to give you meaningful messages. I have become very aware in the last few months on the limitations I have placed on myself due to my opinion of my self. While meditating I uncovered horrible truths which I realize have affected my outer world but more importantly my inner world. <br />
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I have spent years on a spiritual journey and have learned to accept people for who they are or who I thought they were. I concentrated on the good and forgot the rest and somehow managed to have a bunch of people in my life who love me more than I love myself who I love dearly. On the other hand I have squandered a hell of a lot of money, been unable to find love for myself in the process, and put myself on the precipice of having lost all my material possessions. Possessions don’t really matter if you can’t believe in yourself and find the love you need to find for yourself so you can love others.<br />
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After months of meditation and much soul searching, I am trying to find my true purpose in being here. My kind spirit and open heart include everyone except myself. My chaotic childhood, chaotic marriage and chaotic divorce have shaken me to the bone. I hear voices in my head that tell me I am loved and protected and I believe that or I wouldn’t be here. I also hear voices that are quite negative and hateful at times. On the other hand I have unearthed an awful lot of stuff from both directions.<br />
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I digress a little bit. A few weeks ago when I was driving up to the co-op I asked God if I should focus on my art. I got an answer, three different people came in and mentioned how much they loved my art and I made a sale. Message received for a person who believes in signs. I came home that day and instead of making beautiful art I inserted myself into a conversation about our president and had a panic attack. Message received. I cannot save the world at the moment I cannot save myself.<br />
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At the moment I am thinking about focus and mindfulness and trying to live in the moment. There are two huge signs that I’m on the right path one is I have for the most part focus on my customers at my waitress job. I enjoy going to work and feel more comfortable. The other is how I feel when I’m embroidering with focus. The rest of my life is getting slightly less chaotic too but not really fast enough to save myself. <br />
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My somewhat successful Etsy shop has been malfunctioning and ever since they changed their algorithms nobody finds me. Pinterest and instagram which were supposed to be helpful tools have me comparing myself to others not something that is good for me right now. That being said my Etsy shop is running a sale on hearts right now. www.etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitches. There are some beautiful art pieces there too. <br />
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In the meantime I’ll keep meditating, keep stitching and keep looking for messages from the universe. The real universe not the online one. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. Back to my piece which gives me peace. I realize this was a rambling chaotic post, another message from the universe.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-22417897371368951772020-02-01T09:13:00.000-08:002020-02-01T09:13:22.824-08:00Tequila Sunset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tequila Sunset is a piece I started several months ago inspired by a picture I saw on Facebook. Originally it was going to be just an ordinary landscape kind of piece probably a little more like a real sunset than my abstract rendering of one. My goal was to finish it so I picked up my trusty needle let it take me where it wanted to go and finished it. I’m very happy with how it turned out and love it in this frame. I’m not sure where it is going at the moment but if you are interested please shoot me an email.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-38896917494825509932020-01-29T05:52:00.000-08:002020-01-29T05:52:19.659-08:00The Barn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is something a little different from my usual work, the voice in my head suggested it. Both the barn and getting out of my comfort zone. I have been going through a fearful time worried about money and the fact that I turned 60 with no safety net. I’ve been pretty much living out of fear. So I started meditating and found this beautiful voice in my head that makes suggestions. Some of them work some teach me lessons. Mostly it tells me to love myself and do what will make me happy. <br />
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At my day job it taught me to focus on the part of my job that I love, which is my customers. I truly love people, find the thing I like about them most and forget the rest. I think it has worked you would have to ask everyone else if it works for them. <br />
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As an artist it means sitting myself down and embroidering in silence. I feel that has given me a modicum of peace and helped me to focus. I seem to have always had a severe case of monkey brain with a thousand different thoughts going in a thousand different directions. I can’t watch the latest news story without thinking I’ll get the latest virus or some foreign dictator will nuke us. I guess that comes from being an empathetic soul or coming from a traumatized childhood.<br />
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I’ve unearthed a lot of stuff while meditating and I have gotten used to the silence and find embroidering quite soothing. So when the voice speaks I listen. Be yourself, believe in yourself, love yourself, trust yourself. Onward and upward.<br />
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The Barn was hand embroidered using different shades of greens, reds and pale blues in mostly back stitches and straight stitches. The tree was embroidered using different shades of brown and green French knots. The Barn is currently available on my Etsy shop. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/DebsTangledStitches">https://www.etsy.com/shop/DebsTangledStitches</a>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-31972115541692107222020-01-18T20:16:00.000-08:002020-01-18T20:16:57.428-08:00The Hill<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She stood at the top of the hill. It was a sheet of ice, a scary undertaking for any young girl, but she was a little different, she was afraid of everything. Maybe she was in the third or fourth grade. Hungry from no breakfast going home for lunch. She probably had a hard morning at school, she was teased a lot. Kids can be cruel. She had lost her brother, her father and her mother in a way. All in one full swoop, in the middle of a six month period. <br />
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So she stood at the top of that icy hill and she cried. She couldn’t make herself walk down the hill. I guess perhaps she was afraid she would fall or she would get hurt or she would die too. She just stood there and cried until finally her neighbor came along and gently took her hand and walked her down the two tremendous icy hills to her home. Step by step. By the time she reached home she did not have time for lunch and had to walk back up the icy hills because she could not stay home she had been in school in the morning. <br />
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She went back up to school finished the day. Walked baby step by baby step down the hill until she got home the second time and forgot about the abject fear of standing on the top of a hill too afraid to walk down it. She picked up her smile in between her tears and she moved on, never to realize the bravery of a young girl who lost so much but managed to smile and overcome a fear if only for a day.<br />
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The memory of that day along with many others buried beneath the many stitches of life which sustained her and made it easier to not remember.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-30449968158967724072020-01-17T08:03:00.000-08:002020-01-17T08:03:15.280-08:00A Little Different<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This piece is available on my Etsy shop. <a href="https://etsy.me/2R3zWG8">https://etsy.me/2R3zWG8</a></div>
Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-25591713788057312782020-01-03T12:12:00.000-08:002020-01-03T12:12:59.299-08:00Infinite Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Infinite Love is my latest piece. It signifies a love that is unending. It has no beginning and has no end. This piece features two hearts brought together by an infinity sign in the middle. There are 6 French knots on either side. Six is the number of Venus and it signifies completeness, beauty and high ideals. That says it all. The completeness of finding a love that compliments you and makes you feel whole instead of broken. A love that is beautiful enough to withstand the trials and tribulations that life brings and the high ideals that with the right person by your side anything is possible.<br />
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This piece is available on my Etsy site. It would make a great wedding gift for the perfect couple.be it at the beginning of their time together as an engagement gift or after many years of a happy marriage. It is something I’m hoping for in my remaining years. This piece can be found here in my Etsy shop. <a href="https://etsy.me/36lykwp">https://etsy.me/36lykwp</a>.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-14033445365579244162020-01-02T06:23:00.000-08:002020-01-02T06:23:50.184-08:00Peaceful Stitching<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Stitching has always brought me peace even as a young girl at the side of my grandmother long before I started to sell my work and call myself an artist. It is literally the only time in my life when I just chill and be. My grandmother taught me everything. How to thread a needle, how to do certain stitches, how to use a crochet hook and a knitting needle, how to find peace in a moment. It has gotten me through many of my most joyful and traumatic moments.<div>
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This piece was just an exercise in peace. A time to just be without a particular destination. Filled with lovely peaceful shades of blue done in straight stitches and French knots. A slowly running river or a beautiful blue sky, whichever I was imagining. A time to just focus on peaceful blues while the world outside is raging. To quiet the ever present noise in my head. I hope you like it.</div>
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This piece is available on Etsy and can be found here. <a href="https://etsy.me/2FaqzxD">https://etsy.me/2FaqzxD</a></div>
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This is my favorite work in progress. It started as nothing and now it is something. Isn’t that the way God made the world? He started with nothing and made this beautiful mosaic of colors and textures from the tiniest bird to man to the largest elephant. All of us beautiful in our own way. The beauty of a tree in a breeze with its leaves swaying to and fro. The beauty of a cardinal in the tree. The beauty of a young couple in love walking by the tree. The sound of rippling water of a creek whose water feeds the tree. To me embroidery is that tree. This piece is all connected by thread on black fabric bringing light to the darkness. Bringing me peace to my all too active mind. Being love. Being safe. Being alone but not alone. Being thankful that something can bring light from my darkness. A gentle breeze rustling through my tree.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-14500211710174442162019-12-25T13:56:00.000-08:002019-12-25T13:56:33.964-08:00Work in Progress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Merry Christmas! This is the latest piece I’m working on. It’s coming from a place of colorful flow. Moving forward bit by bit adding a new color or a new stitch. No plan seeing what develops. I feel that way about my life too at the moment. Moving forward in a direction I’m unsure of. I am looking for answers that are too vague at the moment to pinpoint a solution so I’m being a hand embroidery artist which is what I’d really like to be anyway. <br />
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At the moment I am waiting to go to Brian’s so more time to embroider. I knitted a Christmas gift which although was made in love did not float my boat enough to go back to designing knitwear. It turned out lovely and had a slight pattern to ward off the boredom but by the time it was finished I knew that isn’t my path anymore. I had a little time picked up my hoop and a couple of strands of beautiful thread colors and my heart was singing. Embroidery has given me peace the last few months but the hearts really haven’t made my heart sing for a while. I think I will still offer custom hearts because the last few months have shown me I can do dogs, hedgehogs, sloths, squirrels and lambs among other things. If you are interested drop me a line.<br />
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I’ve slowly started to make art again, abstract at the moment. I just pick up my wayward threads and find a place for them. That is what I always enjoyed until the real world got in the way. I’ve been meditating too and realized the blockages that made it impossible for me to focus on my future. Now I am just moving forward and letting my threads do the talking or at the very least the peacemaking.<br />
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I am hopeful that the answers will come because they have to. I’m a single woman living on my own and I have to support myself. I’m trying to find a real life job which will answer my questions but at the moment that seems illusive too. So I embroider happily. Embroidery is a meditation for me also so I’m sure I’ll find the answers. In the meantime I’ll keep stitching, you keep stitching and may we all find the answers we are looking for in the new year.<br />
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Can’t wait to go see Brian and enjoy Christmas. Merry Christmas!<br />
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The Space Between is where you’ll find me if I get to go. What does that actually mean? To me it means the somewhat more focused spot in the center of the swirling chaos of threads and life. I’ve been meditating a lot lately and I can find complete and utter peace somewhere in the middle of my meditation and then I open my eyes. This piece was very meditative. It was made during a very chaotic time of worry about where I fit in the world. I’m still not exactly sure but I’m moving in the right direction.<br />
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I had a very traumatic childhood and meditation has brought a lot of the trauma hidden under the surface up to the top. So many things I didn’t really remember that have given me a lifetime of shame and self esteem problems. An underlying sadness stuck between the beautiful optimistic smile other people see. What that has done has reminded me that for most of my life I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop afraid of my shadows. There is nothing hidden anymore I have remembered the worst and have banished it from my mind.<br />
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But that has left a void, an empty space which I have to fill pretty quickly or I will end up in yet another crisis. It also has given me a great amount of gratitude and love for the people who traveled with me during those dark days and the dark days that followed in my life. They are the reason I’m alive. I have had lots of angels in my life loving me and protecting me. I am thankful for all of them.<br />
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If I could just say something about children, we live in very chaotic times, very traumatic times. We kind of have to remember that although we are able to process these times our children may not and it may live within them their entire lives also. Love your kids and more importantly let them know they are loved. My mother was wonderful at letting me and my brother know that we mattered. That is probably why we are survivors. Nobody is perfect, no life is perfect let them know that to. But being able to love people for who they are not what we wish them to be is a gift my childhood also gave me.<br />
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And then there is the embroidery, the one constant in my life. Maybe one of several constants but I digress. It is very meditative for me. It allows me to shut out the noise from my very noisy mind and try to create something beautiful out of the chaos. To put away the fear that my world will come crashing down again. If you like this piece you can find it on my Etsy shop. <br />
www.etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitchesTangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-64805423877608268742019-11-14T13:03:00.001-08:002019-11-14T13:03:31.509-08:00The Simplicity of Sheep<img id="id_a528_3c7f_f39e_5f5f" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/LkvA5l2JQfjiDRTPrt6ZMPPM6czmE28r04EsOh-N8qxInifVv4AfrAz2s2A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 746px; height: auto;"><div><span style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sheep are simple animals that have symbolized </span><span style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">benevolence, honesty, nobility and peace. I think that sums up their place as my favorite animal to hand embroider. The simple pleasure of dozens of French knots for those times when honesty and commerce meet. They have always been my favorite thing to embroider and a favorite among my customers. They are scattered in the mountains of Upstate New York in far lower numbers than their living counterparts.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The holidays are a wee bit of a struggle for me as both of my parents died the first week of January a very long time ago. I’m determined this year to be a bit different and sitting down to embroider some sheep with just a little background noise was just what my soul needed that day. They are just so simple. A little circle, a head and some black for the bottom of their legs. But they give me hours of enjoyment as we all know French knots are the stitch that makes the tangled stitch heart go pitter patter. They bring me peace.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">My ornaments and art always have a little symbolism attached but none quite so much as my sheep hearts. When my creative juices are dry and I can’t think of anything else to embroider I can always do some sheep. They truly do hold the key to my heart and my sanity. Focus, focus, focus.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">This lovely sheep can be found on my Etsy shop here: </span><a href="https://etsy.me/2Xhblih">https://etsy.me/2Xhblih</a>. While you are there you can find more detailed designs featuring my love of sheep also. I offer free shipping on orders over $35 so feel free to look around.</div>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-42891738260644712492019-11-12T08:59:00.001-08:002019-11-12T08:59:55.640-08:00Perfection<img id="id_d7f_4bc2_bf03_cab" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/rxPmPGLUL5mT5eWXs8YAojc7w7bDc3WIlAc4GVTJSkZnaaRBbkszJ0G2bbI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 746px; height: auto;"><br>What is perfection anyway? This hand embroidered vintage motorcycle kind of encapsulates my understanding of the word. It’s a metaphor for how one careless word or hundreds of them can slowly chip away at ones self esteem until there is nothing left but rebuilding the pieces. I made this motorcycle several years ago, I was still married then. I looked at a picture of a vintage motorcycle and tried to embroider it meticulously bit by bit as my embroidery needle is a better illustrator than a pen. It took me weeks and I was oh so proud of it. My then husband took one look at it and said it was awful as the tires weren’t round enough. He was probably right but I was shattered nonetheless. It was during my get out of my box phase. His one remark which by the way wasn’t meant to hurt me ,just an observation, made this art piece a devastating failure. It’s probably why I still have it today.<div><br></div><div>Perfection is an illusion. It’s not possible, there is always a flaw in art and hand embroidery. We can do our best and make spectacular art but there is always a flaw big or small. People are like that too. There is always something we don’t like about ourselves on any given day. Maybe we weren’t very kind to the lady walking oh too slowly in front of us, maybe we burnt our toast, maybe we got unnecessarily angry over something our imperfect spouse said. There is always something the inner critic can find to remind ourselves we are not what we wanted to be. But in the end it is best to remember that only Jesus was perfect and he suffered greatly for that perfection. We have to look at the whole picture be it a hand embroidered motorcycle or the person you wake up next to and remember that although it’s not perfect it’s pretty damn good. Be grateful, be humble, be love.</div><div><br></div><div>This piece is still available but not on my Etsy shop. If you are interested drop me a line.</div>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-37296127374517598042019-10-29T07:56:00.001-07:002019-10-29T07:56:07.551-07:00Love is Always the Answer<img id="id_7386_ee08_9939_e6bc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/dWwpAfcAJ947olY2cqcwTOvtj9J_Y7DdBjgm2xtCcQdsjjZRNGofmm_j63Y" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 746px; height: auto;"><br>Love is always the answer,<div>Even when we don’t know what the question is. </div><div>Is it knowing that they are always there even when you are alone.</div><div>Is it the laughter you hear, the kisses down your back, the body next to you in bed,</div><div>Love is infinite, unending, powerful.</div><div>It can move mountains, transform, protect.</div><div>Love transcends togetherness, it’s always there. It never ends.</div><div>It’s the words to s song that plays in your head.</div><div>It’s the journey to wholeness in ourselves.</div><div>Love is the motivation for change.</div><div>Love is our hope and our promise for the future.</div><div>Love is our bond and our connection to the past.</div><div>Love is always the answer, even when we don’t know what the question is.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>This lovely heart can be found on my Etsy shop. www,etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitches </div>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-20579800486087355902019-10-09T09:03:00.001-07:002019-10-09T09:06:09.461-07:00Piece Of My Heart<img id="id_6aba_e21c_de74_6427" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/b3SAR5lcOhOuiKwUbYnnOHHgR5Qn3hQS-_9XQdSxEftIFil3yg597NFCVGc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 746px; height: auto;"><br>Love, Peace, Joy, Sheep, Hedgehogs, Pine Trees. I can make a beautiful hand embroidered heart ornament of anything you wish. Each one takes a little piece of my heart along with it. The ornaments range in cost from $15 to $22.00. Each one is hand drawn and hand embroidered. They make a beautiful gift. You can find over a hundred different hearts and pillows on my Etsy site. <div><br></div><div><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/DebsTangledStitches?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=736483373">https://www.etsy.com/shop/DebsTangledStitches?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=736483373</a><br><div><br></div><div>Here’s a little Janis to enjoy.</div><div><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uG2gYE5KOs&feature=share">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uG2gYE5KOs&feature=share</a></div></div>Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715477500193980363.post-6965814839048932002019-09-06T07:43:00.000-07:002019-09-06T07:43:30.182-07:00Across the Universe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi All! Its been a long while. I figured its time for me to express myself again and restart my blog again, hence the title of this blogpost. My Etsy shop has been up and running for a year now and I've made 50 sales. Quite an accomplishment for me as in my previous attempts I was not as successful. I am still a waitress. I passed another milestone birthday. I'm still single although much more happily single than I was in the past. I've been embroidering up a storm it's still the one constant in my life.<br />
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Speaking of embroidery since that is the point of this blog, the piece above is a custom order for my friend Clif. Its a lavender garden made completely of French knots in lavender(of course), green and eventually blue. It's a work in progress. It's my second attempt as my first attempt wasn't really working that well, sometimes life gets in the way of embroidery. The world and my life have been a bit unsettled lately, the life of an empath. My energy was terrible and I just wasn't feeling this the first time. So I explained to Clif and started over.<br />
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That's another point of this blog. Starting over. Or more like picking up parts of my life that made me happy which I forgot while I was sleeping, or working, or embroidering. More music, more dance, more embroidery and more love is what I'm looking for in this incarnation of my life. I've had to start over so many times but sometimes you just pass a milestone birthday and decide happiness and love are more important than just about anything else. <br />
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Now that we have passed the catchup phase of my blog. I think I will depart for the day. Soon I will be back with something pithy or some new work or maybe even possibly a bit of both. Have a great day and keep stitching. Deb<br />
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P.S. If you are looking for Christmas ornaments, art hearts or art you can find them in my Etsy shop at www.etsy.com/shop/debstangledstitches.Tangled Stitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04187930600143603801noreply@blogger.com0