Hello.... Are You My Sister?

Spirited Sisters….these two words have a deep soul filled meaning to me. Naming the newest collection Spirited Sisters is just about the most perfect name for it.

This collection is all about emotion(s) and how "feelings" or "circumstances" drive us to act or react in a certain way and how each of us can/will overcome and embrace it. The painted leather bands represent these emotions and are designed to be worn as a reminder of these emotions as either a bond among friends/family or a circumstance that one worked through and because of this circumstance they came out on the other side of it stronger.

My dream is to help women feel connected to their soul and learn to push against resistance and not settle for anything less than they deserve.

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The first time I used Spirited Sisters in my business it was when my sister and I joined our creative souls together to do a show. First time we ever did such a thing. In fact, the first time we spent any significant time together just “us”…..no kids, no family, just us two. No joke.

She’s crazy talented when it comes to painting and sculpting and well……. actually there’s a hell of a lot of things she’s talent at. And, I’m beyond proud of ALL of her accomplishments. So I wanted to join us together with a “special” saying or something like that. That’s when Spirited Sisters came to mind.

Let me elaborate more about that and how these two words say so much about the two of us and how I wish upon every star in the Universe that my designs give the women wearing them the sense of belonging, being understood, being heard, and give them the courage to be brave, strong and fierce for the success of their own life’s journey.

Here’s where I’m about to get deep into some raw emotion…….of my own. So you’re gonna want to stop here and go fill your wine glass to the rim. You’ll need it. Trust me.

One evening about mid week while I was helping my mom prepare dinner I was about the learn something that would change my life forever.

I was eleven years old at the time, the oldest of three and the only girl and living a pretty good life. You know, being spoiled and all. Not a bad way to spend those awful pre-teen years. The ones where you’re not quite old enough yet to wear make-up even though all your friends already are (sucks to be the youngest in your class). This same year I started wearing braces and had four gapping holes where teeth were pulled. I had tons of freckles. I was tall (taller than all the boys in school) and skinny with no boobs at all, flat as a board. I was super shy and didn’t have an athletic bone in my body.. So I was THAT girl.

As I was stirring the pasta on the stove my mom said, “ Tisa, I need to talk to you about something and it’s real important”. Ohhhhh nooooo, my parents are getting a divorce, that’s what I thought she was about to spring on me.


Not that.

It was worse than what my eleven year old self was telling me. My mom said ever so calmly. You have a sister and brother and you’re gonna meet them this weekend.




I don’t understand???

What I also learned that evening was that my dad had been married before he married my mom and he had two children from that marriage. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about this new family information I just learned. And, not to mention the fact that now in a matter of a couple of sentences I became the middle child and no longer was the only girl. BOOM! Just like that I was lost in the middle with no “special” place in the family. Again my eleven year old hormonal self thinking.

Needless to say it was a very interesting first meet. Kinda went like this:

Hi. Hi.

Nice to meet you. Yeah.

Want to go outside. I guess.

A lot of staring and fidgeting also took place. Like for reals what do you say????

Not only did I lose my spot at the top of the sibling thrown I also had to SHARE. WHAT? Up until then I NEVER had to share…….being the ONLY girl I never had to share my things. Sharing is not fun, I soon found out. It sucked.

So now I have a sister. One in fact that I had always wished for. But I always dreamed of having a younger sister. NOT. An older one. So, now what?? I couldn’t decided if I was mad that she existed or mad that I missed all those early years we could have known each other. We were no where close to being a like (my eleven year old brain kept telling me). She was athletic. I was not. She was outgoing. I was shy. She spoke her mind. I held all my feelings in.

The remainder of my pre-teen and teen years went by like a whirl wind. Learning to share my things, my two siblings, my parents, my friends…..my space. And the ending of my parents marriage. My teenage years SUCKED!

At this point my sister and I kinda went our own ways. We would see each other every now and then, not often at all in fact. Once I got older…..much older I decided that I would really like to give this sister thing a chance. Forget about the HOW and WHEN it all came about and try to get to know her.

So I put on my big girl panties and put all the mixed up eleven year old hormonal feelings that I had been holding onto aside and gave it a chance to be something.

Was it easy? NO. Was it worth it? YES.

So, fast forward nearly forty years (yes, forty) her and I are closer than we have ever been. We have spent more time together these last few years than we ever have. As Marie Forleo says “everything is figureoutable”.

She and I have spent hours getting to know each other. We have shared laughs, tears, anger, and moments of pure bliss being in each others presence. And have gotten some good laughs when strangers approach us stating “you two are sisters?” and we both smile and say “yes we are”.

What I have learned is her and I are a whole lot a like. We both has gone through hell and back for one reason or another. And, because of that we are two fierce women who don’t take SHIT off of anyone. We are a force not to be reckoned with, just try to step across the line when it comes to our children or grandchildren……..I really wouldn’t if I was you. We both love art, outdoors, coffee, laughing, and spending time together.

Her and I = Spirited Sisters. I want you to find your Spirited Sister. She doesn’t need to be related by blood just by the connection you two share with your soul.

Left to Right: my daughter, ME, my sister and her daughter

Left to Right: my daughter, ME, my sister and her daughter

xoxo, Tisa

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