Faith, Fun, Fashion, & Family

Faith, Fun, Fashion, & Family

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Judas's Perfume Stinks... my Socks do not!




Judas's Perfume Stinks... my Socks do not!

So, making LostSock dolls is a big deal to me. I find it entertaining and a part of me feels as though I am creating life. I am fulfilling my CREATive side...with these creatures. I love to see them turn from something purposeless to something totally lovable and unique and full of personalities. SOmetimes I grow quite fond of them and find it very hard to sell or give them away... 
but that is the selfish side of me. For a while I was hoarding the dolls and they just sat there in my room looking at me with their button eyes everyday.  I refused in my heart to sell them unless somebody was willing to buy them for millions (jj). 
But one day... the Father spoke to my heart. 
He knew I was planning selfish schemes deep down (as we all do) somewhere in there... whether it was to use the dolls to  become famous, rich, or just recognized by some important person for my own vane reasons. 
Well, here is what He basically said in a nutshell to me months ago...
"Tabitha, these Lost Sock ideas were given to you by me for the purpose of reaching others so therefor I am going to use it to my glory.
You are no different than Judas himself by thinking the way you do... 

John 12 Jesus Anointed at Bethany 

"1 Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. 2Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him.3 Then Mary took about a pint[a] of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.

 4 But one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was later to betray him, objected, 5 “Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the money given to the poor? It was worth a year’s wages.[b]” 6 He did not say this because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief; as keeper of the money bag, he used to help himself to what was put into it.
   7 “Leave her alone,” Jesus replied. “It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial. 8 You will always have the poor among you,[c] but you will not always have me.”

     I was a little hurt by this, but He was totally true. The whole point of the dolls was to share the message of how Christ can recreate us & give us purpose no matter how worthless we feel here on earth. He continually takes the weak & small and makes them strong & big in His name and with His power all throughout history. 
       SO, .... I realized that to me the dolls seemed priceless, like expensive perfumes. I didn't want to sacrifice something so wonderful to people that I felt did not understand their meaning or appreciate the work and care that went into each stitch. They were not just dolls to me... they were extensions of my Spirit. But, just like Judas I was giving excuses to keep hoarding them to myself, when the only way to please God was to get over my own selfishness, and use them as a loving sacrifice and fragrant offering to him. 
   So, God told my heart to give them up... let them loose and trust Him to whom I give them to. So, all I did was ask Him to show me who needed them. And he answered and will continue to answer my request... 
    Final point is that  (deep breath)... I just wanted to share this revelation with all of you (as of now 6 followers including myself), so that you will sit back and evaluate your perfumes that you may be hoarding somewhere to one day "give to the poor"....  are you guilty? 
                            
These sock dolls have been specially made for a family that lost their 5 pets in a house fire...
OHHH! sorry, let me move the cat... curiosity kills.

there we go! In memory of 2 dogs, skunk (yes pet skunk, apparently people do this), cat, and bird.





May I possibly inspire you to show GOd your love by giving up something you love for those you love...
Isn't that what love is all about anyway...?
Have a blessed day...

THIS IS A PREVIOUS POST FROM

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 4, 2012

that was on my older blog, which has been converted to and exclusive Art Teacher blog.
So, I am making it's new home here where it belongs. 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Black Bob Job?


Black Bob Job?

Ok, so the plan was to grow out my red and blonde bob and try to look like this...
so pretty, so luscious, 

so uniquely cool, 


But considering my addiction to messing with my hair... 
after 2 long weeks...
I AM DYING!!!
In both senses... it's killing me and I am going to color it.
I decided to just keep the bob and go black. 
I really like my current hair as of now (see below)
red and blonde, light and dark, contrasty... 

                                                               but I have hair ADD!
Thank you Clariol.com for making these images possible...

CAN'T... STOP...COLORING...HAIR!
So, my lack of patience drives me to stay the same length but go a different color direction...
Black!
I always loved SnowWhite the best out of all the other princesses. 
She is just the most beautiful. Her dark hair, white skin, red lips... 
she rocks. 
After obsessing over the world wide web and looking for beautiful brunette bobs, 
these are the ones I thought were the best.





Classic and sleek...

artsy and unique...

The girl on left.,, kinda crazy cool hip black bob. 



vintage cool, 

confident and clean... 

smart and sassy...

sexy, 

brave, 

wild, 



tough..


but femanine, (Jess from Tattoo shop)

But... if I do it black... 
it's the hardest color to strip out if I change my mind.
And... I do change my mind a lot.

Blonde would be hard to get back...

Will I be brave enough?
To be continued...

so i bought the boxes. 
Black for my read and brown for my blonde.

separate the two into sections...

wash

comb

dry.. 
I like it!

Too see an updated look that is REALLY black.. visit here.
http://thelostsocklife.blogspot.com/2013/10/asymmetrical-black-bob.html

Saturday, March 2, 2013

THE BURNING QUESTION...do you love me... and why?

All these days living right here on this Earth
each day feeling my diminishing worth.
All of my life I've been trying to please, 
pathetically waiting down here on my knees
for one small compliment from some kind soul
to fulfill my confidence that somebody stole.
I keep my ears open for words I can cling
some kind of sincerity in the verses they sing.
Look at me, listen to me, know who I am...
cause I'm as lost as a young baby lamb,
I will follow whoever calls my name
cause i am so scared to just be the same
as all those around me in this massive crowd
my voice sounds so small no matter how loud.
Do you see me here waiting for you
or is my face just one in this ocean so blue?
I am trying to matter here in this ever moving cluster
but exactly why this feeling?... I can't muster.
Why am I hungry for thier opinions of me?
I look up to those who live happily
with that confident smile that comes from within
never having a problem and just fitting in.
Why do I feel as though I never belong
like something deep down went somehow wrong?
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There's voice in my spirit is starting to wake
A burst of loving wisdom is beginning to quake...
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What's that you say, don't worry about them.
just look to you and trust your garment hem?...
To know my true worth I must ask the maker
of all things big and small that is my true Savior?
My true worth comes from the cost you paid for me
this is the key to me living happily?...
the world has no understanding of my worth... is that true?
Then the burning question I ask must be directed to you...
So I ask the most important doubt and concern to you dear...
"Do you love me, and why?"... please answer sincere.
I need to know specifically what it is
that makes me specially unique and inquisitive.
It has to be particular or else not sincere, 
it has to bring warmth to my scared trembling ear. 
So breath deep and contemplate the answer first, 
cause if it is wrong my heart may just burst.
So hold my hand and look into the eyes of my heart,
I am ready for the answer you impart...

The words came to me like a spiritual melody sincere,
not of this world heard by the natural ear,
Words of this world are so shallow when compared,
I finally felt as if one truly cared
for me as a person seen all by myself,
not just one of a massive collection displayed on a shelf,
I was selected and chosen just and given much worth
the answer He gave was not of this earth.
It rooted deep into my soul
filling my empty hole.
I found love in His verse
and it forever satisfies my thirst...

written and completed on March 2, 2013
by Tabitha Ann Seaton

These images below are illustrations of my heart from my Autobiographical Testimony...
You can click on images to make them bigger!











If you are interested in reading it in entirety, 
go to...
http://thelostsocklife.blogspot.com/2013/03/supertab-autobiographical-comic-of-my.html



Friday, March 1, 2013

SuperTab, the autobiographical comic of my life and testimony.

Let's get this clear right off the bat...
I do not think of myself as a SUPERHERO!
But, since my life has been transformed by the grace of God,
I know that I have powers beyond myself.
So, from the point I spiritually transformed,
I put on a "red cape" of righteousness.
Here is my testimony...

(FYI, to see images larger & more clearly, 
simply click on them and view slideshow...)
Have fun!

He begins our life before we are even born!







I had a roof over my head and parents that loved me.
But, my room was falling apart from termites eating my walls and our roof was leaking when it rained.
Not to mention, that scratching sound in my walls when I slept
(later found out there were roaches breeding for years).
I guess as a kid, you don't realize money being an issue.
I was happy enough... I learned to focus on the fun times and just keep going.

My parents always had enough money to give us a small bi-weekly allowance.
With the money I got, I would buy stuffed animals or jokes.
This filled me with love and laughs.


My mom found ways to get some cash creatively.
She loved to collect coupons, box tops, or cans for recycling.
My dad collected other things...
Like a room... or two... or three... of electronics and gadgets.

I think we were the first people in the neighborhood to own a home computer...
or ten!











After I got skinny, MaryAnn invited me to her Birthday Party. 
This was a sign that my life was about to change. 
The gymnastic monkey bar swinging girl that once made fun of my stinky hair was finally accepting me...










 


To see a blog post dedicated to Mrs. Raines, go here...


(above and below were designed to go side by side)
  






High School was a hard place to be.
Just like above, I could not seem to find a place to fit in.
I did not have a lot of confidence in my abilities except the fact that I was creative.
But most of the creative types were into things I did not want to do. 
(above and below were designed to go side by side)
 


I found a cheap way to express myself creatively...
THE STINKY STORE!







Thrifting did keep me somewhat occupied...
but i failed to get active in other positive school activities.
Out of boredom I found entertainment in my ever-changing crushes on boys.
Growing up in my teens, heartbreak was no stranger.
I had my share of mean boys that left me lonely and lost.
God was watching over me and keeping me safe throughout these wandering times...

Going to college gave me a new lease on life.
After dating jerks and pervs and users...
I was needing to change something.
I needed to quit picking the guys I thought I wanted
and trusted my love life in the hands that made my life...

soon after this...
I met him!
Shannon Seaton from Mineola, Texas (where is that?) in an art class called
Mask and Puppetry.
The class was... well..... InteRESting



Well, Shannon was not really the type of guy i was used to.
I come from a line of punks, so he was going to take some getting used to.
They always made the first move,
Shannon was shy, gentlemanly, and patient.


As friends, Shannon and I made lots of fun memories.
Playing cards, going out to eat, shopping, laughing...
But the friendship could only last so long...

New feelings started to arise...
But a decision had to be made.
Go away to the college of my dreams, or stay planted in the place I was...
I stayed planted!
My dreams changed!

and we ended up getting married, moved to Mineola, and having a family...
skip over a few years...
and...

Shannon was my best friend. But, when I moved, I left all my good girlfriends behind.
I was lonely and in need of friendship of the female kind.
I needed a friend, but not just any friend. A strong Christian friend.
So, just like I prayed for a husband, I prayed for a friend.



I met Micah!
and amazing Christian Woman...
God answers prayers.

Even when I was apart from Micah,
her positive words lingered in my heart.
Those lingering words touched my imagination and fired me up!
I was volcanic...

A new lesson for my art room was born!
The Keith Haring Semiotics Posters...

I really wanted to go. Little did I know this trip would be my "volcano"
and Satan was going to do all he could to stop me.

He put doubts into my mind...

and fear in my bones...



But, God's perfect love released my doubts and fears!
I went...

It was amazing from the start.
It was like God opened up Heaven on earth!

I learned how to truly open up and worship Him in Spirit.
I learned how to meet with Him in my "Secret Place"...


















Things were going to be different for sure. I was not sure how the family would take this new change...
I felt as though I was a different person...













This night is what created this book...

This book was orchestrated by my Father.
I took His lead and was His apprentice.

INSERT LOST SOCK PAGE HERE

Life flowed from this point on...
But I have not caputured it in illustrated from.
Although I have cointinued Creationg for my Creator.
My art gets me through every phase of my life.
When I am feeling crazy, it keeps me calm.
When I am happy, it helps me express it.
Some circumstances came up in the Summer of 2011, after the birth of my 2nd daughter, 
 that shook my world.





In one day, my trust took a crash.
Things that I never thought would happen... they did.
Satan can touch any area of your life if you let him.
And all it leaves behind is hurt and deception.
Somebody I love was pulled into the darkness, and when they came out...
it left me deeply confused and deceived.
I live and dwelled in the sadness for an entire year



When it was too hard and I was too stubborn to forgive,
God gave me a supernatural dream.
I went to a MegaChurch as a bistandard sitting as far up as I could.
I was hoping not to be noticed and just wanted to watch.
I didn't feel at home like I would at my own church.
The preacher was talking about leaving your burdens at the water and washing clean and was encouraging everyone to come down to the water to get cleaned.
I decided I was not ready to forgive and let go quite yet. I was not going to participate and was about to leave.
When all of a sudden, I looked up and God had brought the water up to my seat. The water was defying gravity and fighting my stubborness. I got soaked by the wave!
After I woke up, things seemed different. I was ready to get past this hold I had on things.
Despite ME not being ready, GOD was ready.
If I wouldn't put effort into walking down to get soaked and forgive,
He was just going to bring the water up to me.

Planet Shannon is gone now.
It took me a while to want to fix it as a team.
I wanted it to just be God and me...
But, God made me realize what a wonderful husband he gave me.
With God, we are growing stronger...

After our family was healing back together...
I decided to do a lot of re-retail therapy.
I became a thrift-a-holic.
But it was for a good purpose. 
I felt like with what God did with my life and my marriage was bring them both back to life in a renewed way. They were things that had lost their value and I wanted to reclaim value in all parts of my life. 
I see thrift stores as a cemetary for clothes that have been given up on. 
I want to rescue them and give them a new purpose. I will appreciate them even more than the original owner ever did. I will make them new and bring them back to style.
This makes me feel good... and I want it to be my legacy, just like my Mom made it for me.


(currently working on filling in the gap here...)

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It took my Faith and my art to pull me out of the pit of sadness and doubt.
My faith art helped me heal. I incorporated the experience and feelings I traveled though into my art to help me come to a point of moving past the pain. When I started letting go and pulling out the pain for something good...
God took over. He turned the ashes into beauty.
Although what happened was born from Satan, God can take any situation and turn it around for His plan.
He can do anything as long as we trust Him.



The images below are linked to my process of healing...


God gives us gifts in times of pain to soothe our spirit.
Madelynn was my heart's music and she gave me peace.
She is a precious gift from God. 

The Sky is Falling
sometimes when your world falls apart and the sky is falling,
it can be a beautiful thing.
If we are willing to let go of the past we can find peace waiting in the wings...

(click on image to see bigger)
It always helps me to see my problems the way He sees them...
He always has a greater plan.
We need to count our blessings in times of hardship. 
When you can't seem to count, start with thanking him for your 10 fingers & 10 toes.

Life is all about making the choice to see the positive in life. 
Sometimes we need to renew our prescription to see our glass half full.
As long as we keep a solid foundation, 
NOTHING can tear us apart!


Sometimes it takes hardship in marriage and family
to realize the truth... We are all full of flaws and weaknesses.
It is only in weakness that we can see His strength.
Our love is full of flaws and no matter how hard we try, it is selfishly conditional.
Even Peter, Christ's closest disciple, betrayed him three times. Jesus told him this at the last supper, but Peter did not believe Him. Peter did not plan to betray Christ or want to. When we marry or have children, we do not plan to disappoint them... but it will eventually happen. Jesus loved Peter and loves us anyways. This all teaches us that no matter how much we think we love someone, human love will fail. But that is why we need God's love to bind our hearts.
Only Christ is flawless and can perfectly love.
Through Him we can learn to love each other in an eternally perfect way.
That's was life is all about... Trusting the Creator over His Creation.
If we were all perfect, Jesus's loving sacrifice would be meaningless. 
Forgiveness is a requirement for survival.
I am seeing the color come back to my family every day...

TO BE CONTINUED...
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Last time I typed here it was 3/1/13.
It is now 3/6/16... 3 years and 5 days later.
Since the healing of my marriage, my then husband of ten wonderful years joined our Father in Heaven on June 18th 2013. We had just renewed our vows after 10 years as a symbol of beginning new together. We were starting the Summer together as a blessed and joyful family. It was a wonderful morning. Shannon was excited about working in the yard. He had told me only a week before that working in the yard was his time of worship. Before he began working, we ate breakfast as a family on the front porch. Soon our oldest daughter Maisy (then 6) was upset and scared of the bugs on the porch so we told him it was time for us to all go in. There we saw him from the front door on his hands and knees pulling up sticker burs by the curb. He had tried for months to kill them with spray, but they just stubbornly stayed. So, he was going to pull them by hand. Us girls went inside and I gave Maisy some ice water to take out to him. She did. I am so glad she did. That was the last time she saw him. We got busy in the house playing and creating. Maisy couldn't find her IPAD so I went out to ask Shannon if he had seen it around. He knew where it was and told me, so I went back in to get it for her. That was the last time I saw him. Time passed and we had been thinking about lunch. I had not heard any lawn equipment noises in a bit, so I went out to the back to holler for Shannon. HE did not answer. It wasn't unusual for me to call out for him and he didn't answer. He thought it was funny the way I yelled out his name, "Sheeannon"! He would tease me about my accent and I thought he was just pulling my leg this time, like all the times before. But I didn't see him, so I went back through the house to the front yard. Again, I called "Sheeannon"!. No answer. So, I walked to the side yard and up the driveway and saw him laying under the tree on his back. I thought he was taking a rest and I kinda was tickled at the thought of it. I thought it was sweetly childish for him to lay like a little boy looking up at the sky. So, I came closer and noticed he was not asleep. I tried to wake him up... He was gone.  I knew it. In my panic I screamed for help. A sweet woman heard me from across the neighborhood. She worked with both of us at the school & her husband was our daughter's principal. She helped give him CPR as I called 911. God shielded the girl's ears from my screams because they never heard me from inside. I am grateful for that. EMS came to pick us up. I watched him from the front of the ER car praying to God, "Lord, Hold Shannon in your arms, hold him in your arms, hold him...". I kept repeating it. A peace that passes understanding overtook me. I heard to lord say to my heart, "Tabitha, I am holding him. You do not need to pray for him anymore." I knew it was true, but the ER tried to revive him. It was too late. He was gone. Our girls Maisy and Madelynn were now left without an earthly father.
The season slowly ended. God held me too, but His hand extended from Heaven to Earth to comfort me and my girls.
I am here three years later with a different life. I want to share how God has taken care of us through this journey, but need prayer for the time and courage to draw out the rest of my testimony. If anyone is reading this, I pray you will give me words of encouragement to help me muster the guts to do it. My spirit tells me it's time to share. If It is GOd's will, I know He will give me the time to work and complete the story.
In His Glorious Name,
Tabitha Morgan