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