…am gladdened by your presence. OK, otherwise I’d be talking to myself all the time… Continue reading →
Steps with many slugs. • Sidewalk with slugs a’plenty. • But two on my car? Continue reading →
Someone recently asked me what kind of quilts I made and as I tried to explain this no-where land between “Traditional” and “Art Quilt” I finally said — I don’t really care how people describe me. I am a contemporary quilter. Continue reading →
This new project is now sewn together two-thirds of the way in one direction. Continue reading →
I try to listen. • The tale’s words spool out. • I listen harder. Continue reading →
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
