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
Do you have any ombré fabric, like the one in the picture? If you work with fabric, or are a beautician, the word ombré is probably familiar to you. If not, here is the definition (emphasis added): Ombré: having colors or tones that shade into each other – used especially of fabrics in which the… Continue reading Ombré
Picture it: a crisp fall morning, 1982. An 11-year-old girl wakes up in her lemon-yellow bedroom. As she stretches herself awake, she realizes with dread that she forgot to do her spelling homework - she left the book at school. Worse yet! She remembers there is also a spelling test first thing this morning. She… Continue reading Tough Choices
My grandparents' two-story white farmhouse was an unending source of mystery to my young self. There were deep, dark, fascinating, closets full of old toys and books. There were several old bureaus and wardrobes that provided hours of dress-up and imagine entertainment. And then there were the enchanting architectural details. A casement window opening… Continue reading Grandfather’s Garden
My church has a motto that I like: “We are blessed to be a blessing.” Isn’t that lovely? I am blessed, so that I may be a blessing to others. The idea of being a blessing to the people around me fills me with purpose. Having a purpose fills me with joy. Joy is an… Continue reading The Art of Being Useful