Let There Be Light
Installing twelve track lights sounded simple—until the project involved drywall dust, tangled wires, a barking Labrador, an attic injury, and a week-long delay.
Installing twelve track lights sounded simple—until the project involved drywall dust, tangled wires, a barking Labrador, an attic injury, and a week-long delay.
Nine boxes, seven hours of installation, two curious dogs, and a quilting studio that suddenly felt much smaller than it used to. My new longarm had officially landed—and with it came equal parts excitement, chaos, and the realization that I had a whole lot to learn.
I’ve always loved sewing. I was thirteen when my parents gave me sewing lessons at a local fabric store. Over the years, I explored all kinds of creative hobbies. Some came and went, but sewing stayed. It became a constant thread running quietly through my life. Quilting intrigued me for years, although my first real…
My favorite part of quilting is designing. In fact, I design many more quilts in my mind than I sew. An idea can bubble around in my brain for a long time. I let it mull. Gradually, I begin to see shapes and relationships. I imagine colors and fabrics. Motifs begin to repeat, reflect, overlap,…
Can a 10′ × 12′ spare bedroom really become a quilting studio—with room for a longarm? Armed with an Illustrator floor plan, a tape measure, and a little optimism, I decided to find out.
A chance encounter with an injured Luna moth becomes the inspiration for a miniature art quilt—and a reminder to notice the small things.
A welcome to my journal—a place for quilts, creative inspiration, works in progress, and the stories that unfold one stitch at a time.
A tiny new iron meets one very suspicious Labrador, setting off an unexpectedly dramatic showdown in the quilting studio.