I’m a sucker for a time-travel story. It doesn’t even have to be a great story. I'm pretty adept at suspending my disbelief and getting swept up in a wacky plot. I’m not entirely sure why the concept of time travel enchants me, but I think it’s about time I sorted it out. It comes… Continue reading About Time
I don’t like Halloween. I like candy, sure. Costumes, fine. Trick or treat, okay. But the rest of Halloween – haunted houses, horror movies, ghost stories - I can do without those. As a founding member of the “I don’t watch horror movies, no way, no sir” club, I’m always relieved to see October 31st… Continue reading Stacey’s Flowers
If you get an opportunity to make a satin quilt, say yes. In my case, I got the opportunity to make a baby quilt from a wedding dress. I said Yes! to the Dress. (That line never gets old for me. Sorry.) You can read more about the dress in my last post, Wedding Dress,… Continue reading Quilting Satin: Wedding Dress, Baby! Part 2
What is it about a wedding dress that is so mesmerizing? I am drawn to them like a moth to a flame, and for what? Really, aren't they just a little bit crazy? Blowing your hard-earned cash on a garment that has no place in your weekly outfit rotation seems crazy, crazy. I occasionally watch Say… Continue reading Wedding Dress, Baby!
It used to seem backwards to me that summer is a busy time for quilters. After all, summer is hot; quilts are for cold weather. Summer is for outdoors activity! Winter is for sewing indoors with a nice cup of cocoa. Quilting and summer just don’t go together. Then I became a quilter myself. Now… Continue reading Quilts of Summer
No offense to the late Carrie Fisher, but Princess Leia needed some makeup. It was 1980. I was nine years old, and it was summertime. My sister and I were spending our days with my Aunt Laura while my mom worked. My cousin John – more brother than cousin – was our boon companion, our… Continue reading To Aunt Laura, With Love
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