My Creative Brain Was Hiding… in the Fabric

I call myself a quilter. In the interest of full disclosure…I haven’t touched my sewing machine in at least ten months. And considering the fact that I own enough fabric to insulate a small village…that feels a little ridiculous. First it was cancer,then it was recovery,then it was the Great Retirement Delusion. The phase where … Continue reading My Creative Brain Was Hiding… in the Fabric →

It Was Never Just a Room

I came home from the lake yesterday to do the thing I’ve been avoiding for weeks. Pack the quilting room. Although calling it a room has always been a bit generous. This was never just a room.It was where things were made and where thoughts made sense. It was a fully operational textile ecosystem. Two … Continue reading It Was Never Just a Room →

I Hate Hemming (But That’s Not The Real Problem)

I call myself a sewist. It sounds respectable.Capable.Like someone who makes actual clothing that people wear out in public. You know - from fitting the pattern to hemming the garment. But the truth is… I don’t make clothes anymore. Because I hate fitting. Hemming too – Which is unfortunate, because at 4’10”, I have never … Continue reading I Hate Hemming (But That’s Not The Real Problem) →