Tangled Stitch

All the people who I have loved since I am a young girl who are still with me in this lifetime are under the gun in New Jersey and Long Island, please send them your love and prayers and hope that when this horrible storm is over I can go and rejoice in their safety.  Prayers and love to everyone in the danger zone and may we all be able to dance and sing and rejoice in their safety when this storm is over.  I believe in a loving God and a loving and abundant universe so it is my hope that the loss of life will be little.  Possessions are meaningless, it's the people who are life blood and the reason we love every day.

This is my latest addition to my Ebay store.  It is a hand knit brown bag, has a very interesting hand made beaded clasp, beads dangling and a black satin lining. It's neutral color and interesting flap will make it a conversation piece when you wear it.  The handle is hand crocheted and can be worn across the chest.   You can find it here.  http://www.ebay.com/itm/251173902477?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1558.l2649 If you have any questions I can be reached by email. 

I've been working but not enough and my head is still a little scrambly and tangled so nothing insightful to say.  Feeling stronger every day and finding that the zen of knitting and crocheting is slightly easier and more creative than embroidering at the moment.  I'm still moving towards my dreams but on days like today feels like I'm going at a snail's pace.  Well perhaps a turtle, and tomorrow who knows maybe a hare.  I'm just checking in.  I did make a scarf and I'm making a bag so perhaps pictures and a little story will come tomorrow!  Have fun be strong!

This is a current view of my work here at Valley Artisans Market.  I am working here this morning and filled with peace and joy.  I have brought in a few new pieces that you may remember.  The Scream and Running Away(renamed Lines, more appropriate) are now living here until they find a new home.  Please come on by and see my work and the beautiful work of my fellow artists here at Valley Artisans Market.  Please buy local and handmade this holiday season as artists work very hard year round for this one special time of year and your dollars may mean the continuation of someones creative spirit.  The world would be a far sadder place without art so please support your local artist.  You may just be supporting the next Grandma Moses(my personal favorite) or the next Michelangelo.

Finally a productive day.  It's been a long time coming but I feel a change is gonna come( a line from a lovely blues song done by so many artists I can't name them all).  I finished this bag this morning.  I worked on a hand embroidery piece which I will take a picture of soon.  I mailed the scarf off to my cuz.  I brought my books back to the library.  Donated some crafty stuff that I will never use to the senior center and feel a heck of a lot better.  I guess movement is good!  Not too much else to say but this lovely bag will have more of an internet presence when I figure out where to put it and then I'll let you know. Have a good night's sleep and hopefully tomorrow will be productive too.  Yes I can.

Ginger was a funky little bird.   She spent most of her time wondering why she couldn’t fly like the other birds.   She thought all the other birds were prettier and lovelier and more special than she was.   But what Ginger didn’t know was that she had extraordinary powers which allowed her to look at the world differently than everybody else.   She had a knack for hearing what people didn’t want her to hear and for saying things people didn’t want her to say.   In other words, Ginger had the inane quality of being exactly who she was.   Only problem was Ginger didn’t really know it.   She so wanted to be like everybody else and have a tidy little nest and plenty of worms to eat and a lovely little nest of cute little bird babies that she could brag about to all of her friends.   Ginger did have one special little bird of her own, one she could love from morning till night and care for.   But soon her lovely little son Igor the bird ...

This piece is my first art piece made in 1997.  It was the first piece I made where I considered myself an artist and not just a crafter.  I am revisiting this piece and adding some background to it  at the moment. It came to me as a vision the first day I worked at Valley Artisans Market on the way home.  It was hope for a wonderful new opportunity and a new beginning.  It was also the first piece of art that I actually experienced pain in making.  The blackness went on for months and the small hand in the middle represented the hand waiting to grab me out of the blackness. I guess I am revisiting this piece because at the moment I am in need of a symbol of moving forward.  I wrote an entire blog post talking about the situation I find myself in now, but it is a rehash of the last few months of blog posts so we will leave it with the hope for a wonderful new opportunity and the hope for a new beginning.  I am at least ready to admit that wh...