Every quilt has a story, and this quilt’s story began four years ago during the American football championship known as the Super Bowl.
Have you ever had a quilt practically tell you what it wants to be? I thought I had until this one practically spoke itself into existence.
Daisy Jane bloomed in the wake of what seemed a bitter pruning. But, I’m learning to lean into the cycle of growth in all of its forms.
As I reflect back on 2020, I can honestly say that I feel more fully present and whole than I have in a really long time. It proved a year full of surprises and changes, but it also became a year full of growth.
This quilt came to life as I mulled over this woman’s two cents in my heart. She didn’t compare herself to others or shrink back with insecurity.
While I’ve always chuckled at the idea of “Christmas in July,” it feels like a strange mash up from where I sit. I’m enjoying all the cozy “hygge” things like hot tea and sweater weather, but at the wrong time of year, at least in my experience.
Life over the last few months felt like a blinding rollercoaster of emotion, scheduling, and overwhelm with a fairly significant case of vulnerability whiplash. Three full days of travel back to Malawi punctuated
The Ice Cream Soda Chronicles This quilt is a diary. Within its stitches lie stories of sorrow, searching, slowness, and soothing. It is a chronicle of a season in my life that is,
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