Let me tell you about scraps. I cannot throw them away. I made my clothing since Jr High and my daughters clothing from the time they were born...and I saved the scraps and used the scraps. When I moved to Virginia in 1972…Read More
I am on a mission. I am always on a mission of one sort or another. This time the mission is guided by the "waste not want not" theology with which I was raised. As I began unpacking new fabric yesterday, I reached for pins to hold the fold on the bolt...and the pin cushion was empty. In the process of looking for pins, I got side tracked and never went back to the task. So this morning, when I came into the shop...there were the new bolts of fabric, waiting for me and still no pins.Read More
Patches convinced us we needed a shop cat almost 16 years ago. She was probably 1 or 2 years old when she arrived. Two weeks ago we had to make the decision that her quality of life was really pretty awful. As I sat in the veterinarian's treatment room with Patches in my lap, and tears spilling over, I was gently assured that we were making the right decision.Read More
Yesterday, as I was helping a student make a purse, Emma brought her little pink step stool, set it as close to my feet as possible, and wiggled her little self under my arm and into the space in front of me so she could "help Nana". Emma is growing up in the quilt shop, just like earlier generations grew up on the farm, in the workshop, in a family owned grocery or small business.Read More
I would be surprised if quilters are not also writers, good cooks, gardeners, or artists in glass and beads and paper, ink, brush and paint...the list could go on and on. I dabble in lots of them. Most recently, I have donned a hat to protect me from too much sun, pulled on gloves and headed for my little gardens. The house I live in has lots of shrubs, a few flowers, and no vegetable garden...but lots of potential. I started with flowers. A shaded bed got my first focus. I divided and replanted hostas...about four different varieties over growing themselves in the corner by the spigot. I divided the peonies, and with the help of my nephew Everett, dug bushels of crab grass out of a corner bed so I could plant herbs. I still fight crab grass but the rosemary, parsley, oregano, chives and thyme are doing quite well. That's where my lettuces, arugula and spinach grow as well.Read More
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 17, 2011
"The Season is upon us now, the time for gifts and giving....."
Those are words from a song John Denver sang during a Muppet Christmas Show, what seems like a long time ago.
"..and as the year draws to a close, I think about my living.."
And I think a lot about how I live, especially in the season of focus on what we want, and what to give that might top last year's gift.Read More