Undaunted by the temperature — TWO degrees Fahrenheit with wind chill factor — and the ice/snow/sleet that covers the ground and decorates the drooping trees, the birds of Texas still greeted the morning with their cheery tunes. They are Texas strong for sure! Makes me want to start on a bird quilt. How about you?
Butterflies are a symbol of hope, new beginnings, second chances, coming out of our shells, being seen for who we really are, and so many other complicated emotions and situations. Yet they are fragile, short-lived, and, in reality, just bugs, … Continue reading
Heaven must surely be filled to the brim with birdsong. I don’t know their names, these tiny warblers who cheerfully celebrate even the smallest improvement in winter weather — except for the obvious cardinals and mockingbirds. In northern Arizona, a singing bird was a rarity. The meadowlarks in the spring, with their clear, pure, three-note song, are the ones I remember. Singing out from high perches, the always sounded romantically lonely to me. But here, birdsong heralds the opening of day as surely as the light from the sun, so long as icy rain is not actively drenching the choir! Such joy.
A little less than half of the hand work on the binding, and this quilt will be finished. My customer is deciding what she would like to have embroidered on a label for the back, but that will only take … Continue reading
Truly fascinated, by these 1930′s fabrics. I think some of them were from feed sacks, others from flour sacks, and who knows what other grocery items may have been packaged in fabric to tempt the homemaker of the day. I … Continue reading
…the wonderful great-grandmother that made this quilt, my mother’s grandmother. I often think I didn’t get to spend enough time with her. She was tiny and frail from my earliest memories of her — with paper-thin, baby-soft skin, wispy hair … Continue reading
I have some awesome friends. They are always giving little gifts to others — and usually they play down the importance/value/significance of the gift. “Oh, it’s just a little thing.” But it’s not really little for someone to spend time … Continue reading
But it bears saying again: I married way above my station. How thankful I am for every moment and every day with my amazing husband. This is a man who will go fishing in a hurricane. That sounds crazy, I know. But it is this innate belief that he can ride out any storm God sends his way is a gift he uses in so many ways. Like when he waits patiently for the misery of illness to spend its fury, on only the promise of the calm in the eye of the storm. And still wants to see pictures of quilts on my smart phone. So if you’ve looked for me at the studio this week, and found that I’m not there, just know I’ve got my priorities in the right order — God, Family, Quilting — and I’ll be back at my machines as soon as he sails into a calm spot.
The room was buzzing — between six and eight visitors, two teachers, the occasional popping in of a spousal unit (mine) — all evening. People were learning. People were sharing. Everyone was working together to do something for someone else. … Continue reading
This miniature Sunbonnet Sue — just under 3 inches tall — is one of 12 that will be adorning a miniature quilt soon. It will be 18″ x 22.5″ — a perfect size (I think) for an 18″ doll to … Continue reading