Last week, I struggled mightily with my longarm sewing machine. I don’t know what the problem was. All I know is that the thread tension was bad, and it was impossible to fix. I was so upset, I even dreamed about it! It was the weirdest dream. First, I was a wigwam, then a teepee,… Continue reading Wigwams & Teepees
Many years ago, I discovered the secret to a happy life. Always be tired. At first glance, that doesn’t seem like a secret. And it doesn’t seem like something that would make you happy. In fact, it used to make me very, very, sad. I was confused. No one had told me that being an… Continue reading Fresh Squeezed
Homeschooling. Parenting. Cooking. Cleaning. Caretaking. Volunteering. Quilting. Blogging. Exercising? Maybe. Shopping. Yoga. Church. Helping. Laundry, laundry, laundry…. Next week, repeat. And again, again, again. Welcome to Holley-style living. It is a good life. No - a GREAT life. But on some days, it’s a little…overwhelming. I had one of those days earlier this week, and… Continue reading Helpful Distractions: Fabulous Fidget Quilts
"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!
I’ve been thinking a lot about quilt math lately – particularly the “How much will it cost me to get this thing quilted?” question. This question halts many a good quilter. Quilts aren't cheap to make. On top of the expense, longarm quilting rates are confusing and frankly, annoying. If you quilt, you probably know… Continue reading Your Lucky Day
Dinner conversation at my house, about a week ago: “You’re pretty, mom,” said Emma. “Thanks, baby,” I said. “You’re sweet.” “It’s neat that you don’t have all those crinkles under your eyes like other parents do.” It’s so nice to be appreciated, I thought, smiling, feeling a little smug. I guess I am aging pretty… Continue reading Feathery