"Sensory," says Grace, reaching for her purple toothbrush. "Century," I say. "Sure, yeah." I have no idea what she's talking about. It is early morning, early meaning "no caffeine yet." I hand her the toothpaste. Grace sighs. It is the sigh of an old soul, weary of putting up with the limited intellect of humans.… Continue reading Mincing and Piecing
The best thing about writing a quilt focused blog is the ability to use the quilt as a metaphor. It works astoundingly well on all levels. Life is, after all, just a human-scale patchwork of experiences. Any life story works. Seriously. Try it. Passionate love story? Ah, the fevered search for the perfect fabric to… Continue reading Wearable Memories. Hug a Tee!