
My beautiful mother…
I dreamed last night of my beautiful mother, as I so often do. She would have loved Seldom Seen Quilting Studio. In fact, she is the reason I love the mezzanine setting. As a young woman, she worked at the … Continue reading
I dreamed last night of my beautiful mother, as I so often do. She would have loved Seldom Seen Quilting Studio. In fact, she is the reason I love the mezzanine setting. As a young woman, she worked at the … Continue reading
This quilt is almost finished, and I had the chance to see the family members today. They said, “It looks just like Dad.” Then they recalled for me how he always used to tell their mother all he needed was … Continue reading
While going through some old pictures, I found a tiny, black-and-white snapshot of my mother, probably from an old Polaroid camera, dated and labeled on the back in pencil, ” 1951. First formal party. Ozelle Bone did my hair.” This … Continue reading