Totes ma goats
In December 2012, I made a tote bag. It was so easy! so fun! & used up so many quilt scraps! So, I made sixteen tote bags in two weeks. I became the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Quilting
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Half-Triangles, New Beginnings
With the sun and subsequent snow melt, it felt warm enough to open the windows today. Tilly “Willicus” & I listened to the chickadees and the metal clankings of the shipyard all afternoon.… Continue reading
Inclement Weather Blues
Today, Mom & I were supposed to be getting our hair & nails done, starting a yellow & grey chevron-style quilt, and then getting a delicious dinner at her new favorite Mexican place.… Continue reading
Pouches Ain’t Just for Marsupials; Resolutions Ain’t Just for Resolving
Finally! The holidays are over & I can share photos of the delightful little zipper pouches I made for friends & family! Pictured above are 7 of the 18 that I crafted, each… Continue reading
Quilted Stockings
This post is just to say that I made quilted stockings this Sunday. For Michael, Tilly “Willicus” Cat, & me. But none for the squirrels in our walls. My one regret is not making… Continue reading
Sister Song
My sister, T and I are thirteen months apart, just shy of Irish twins. For some weird reason, we have almost always got along. There have certainly been those vicious hair-pulling, gut-kicking fights,… Continue reading
Fabric Bin Logic
Fabric bins. Or tupperwares, boxes. Or for the luckiest, entire rooms with shelves. In my case, overflowing drawers of fabric in the top half of a folk art dresser. By December, I have… Continue reading
Staged Fox
Gift Fox is going to be part of an Erin Murray painting!!! Since Erin & I are states apart, this bright Saturday morning, Michael photographed me in action. With any luck, Tilly “the… Continue reading
Jess “Gift Fox” Math
Def. of Jess math – Incorrect (yet endearing!) mathematical answers to seemingly simple math problems I am in the thick of cutting & piecing my wild geese quilt, which means there is a… Continue reading
Take Flight, November
Sun’s gone. A black-necked goose swallowed it and went south while I slept. All right. That is the way things are. (excerpt from “Not One Bird In This” by Mekeel McBride) Sunday morning. At… Continue reading