Last week, I attended my first ever quilt retreat. Before I left, I was trying to squeeze in some time to write my usual Friday blog post. It didn’t happen. Why? Because hasty writing = writer’s block. My first thoughts about the word “retreat” were of the phrase “hasty retreat.” This fit my thoughts about… Continue reading A Hasty Retreat
I have been looking at quilting feathers for about a year and a half now, trying to figure out exactly what I don’t like about them. Are they too traditional? No, although I think they are sometimes overdone and a bit “expected.” Are they too difficult to stitch? No, although I’ve drawn them more than… Continue reading Fine Feathers
I have a confession to make. I used to be a little obsessive about details. Those of you who know me well may be objecting to my use of the words “used to be” and/or “a little.” All I can say to you beautiful people is...thank you for your patience. 😊 But I stand by… Continue reading A Kid’s Eye View
I was a kid in the late 1970s when I first saw Close Encounters of the Third Kind. It was fascinating to me, the idea of UFOs visiting the Earth. It became a small obsession. Anytime I was out past dark, I was scanning the night skies for signs of weirdness – flashing lights, lighted… Continue reading Save the UFOs!
What’s the worst job you ever had? You know, the one that just went wrong. Maybe you had an inkling, early on, that it wasn’t going to work, but – you ignored that and jumped in anyway. And you were sorry later. I’ve had a few jobs like that. They all had one thing in… Continue reading Good Beginnings = Happy Endings
The church fellowship hall was crowded that night. Near the kitchen, the long tables full of snacks were picked clean. Ladies of all sorts were gathered, talking the good talk of quilting. Thread, patterns, needles, fabric. Once in a while you could hear the ooohs and aaahs of someone admiring a quilt in person, or… Continue reading Show and Tell
I do not remember President Kennedy. I have, of course, seen photos, and read about his administration. But I wasn’t yet born when Jack campaigned in West Virginia, or when Jackie wowed everyone with her fabulous fashion sense. I did not get to sample any of the fancy French cuisine so famously prepared for the… Continue reading Lunch with a Kennedy