Is this not the best fortune for a quilter to find in her cookie? It's been stuck on my bulletin board for probably a decade; I even photocopied it once or twice in case it ever got lost. OK, so it says "rags." "Scraps" would have been much better, but it has the word QUILT on it! Perhaps … Continue reading Best Fortune Cookie EVER!
When I was little my mother wore deep red lipstick and Chanel Number 5. It was fun to watch Mom put on makeup because it meant she and Dad were going out, or people were coming in. It was exciting either way. She'd stand in front of the mirror and begin by stroking the lipstick three … Continue reading The Fragrance of Memory
The words embroidered on the top and bottom inner borders of the quilt I just finished say: "You have proven that the actions of a single person can make a profound difference in the lives of others. Thank you!" I pieced the quilt and embroidered those words during the 27 days that my mother was … Continue reading Thank you, Tiffany!
I had the honor and priviledge of being interviewed by ArtScene host and producer Erika Funke at NPR affiliate WVIA in Pittston, Pennsylvania this past June. I was teaching for several guilds in the area. Erika was willing to stay late at the station, and the quilters toting me around were willing to make a … Continue reading I Was On The Radio
I'm allowed. In speaking with the quilt in question, the one made from Mom's shirts, we decided that my original anal plan was the one go with. It felt more comfortable. It involved less "quilty thinking" and more "Mommy thinking," which was the whole reason to make the quilt. I was stressing too hard about my … Continue reading OK, I Changed My Mind. Again.
I have two quilts planned for Mom's clothes. Since she or I made most of her pants, and when she was well she wore pretty wild stuff, I decided Goodwill would never find a long-legged match for them. Besides, they were beyond "gently used." There will be a quilt from her pants later, maybe with … Continue reading More Better
Madison T. Dog here again. Mom's laughing too hard to type. She was cleaning out Beebe's closet upstairs and found her clown wig. My Nannie used to be a clown. She went to Clown College when she was in her mid-70's so she could entertain the old people. She talked in a funny voice, painted … Continue reading Wigging Out
I've been spending a lot of time "nesting." For me, that's attending to small projects around the house. Nothing major, just putting away the clutter and cleaning drawers and closets. Organizing. Taking inventory. Weeding stuff out, and re-purposing. I'm not a big thrower-outer. I have pack rat tendencies. Major stuff would be cleaning out the … Continue reading Towel Hugs
Thank you for surrounding me with love. The hundreds of blog comments, emails, cards, and letters of condolence have touched my heart in ways I can't even begin to express. Through my tears I've read them all, most of them more than once, grateful for the kindness and the wisdom you shared. I have printed … Continue reading Thank You
I have been losing my mom, bit by bit, for at least the last seven years, whenever it was that Alzheimer's first began its dirty work. I lost the rest of her this afternoon as I stroked her hair and told her how much I loved her. Jennie and I said good-bye as she took her last breaths, … Continue reading Her Name Was Beebe