Anyone feel like puking over the title of this blog? I mean really…my hobby completes me. I am a far cry from a sentimental person, but what does that even mean? Does that mean that I am not a “hole” person if I don’t have my hobby? Does it mean that my brain isn’t working,
In the midst of floundering for a new art medium when pottery was no longer something I could physically do, I found a pirated version of The Great British Sewing Bee (GBSB) on Youtube while the family was on vacation in Florida. It was 2015. I totally binge watched the first two seasons on my
This was me. On the left. The before picture – XL/L. This was me. On the right. Another before picture – XS/S. So, what am I now? Let me start from the beginning. I was always a “chubby” child. A cute little blond girl with blue eyes and freckles. At one point my hair was
My mother has a Christmas Cactus that belonged to my “Big Granny,” who was my great, great grandmother. As a child, I got off the bus every afternoon at my great grandmother’s home. Her name was Lois Love, so everyone in our small town called her Granny Love. I remember this plant sitting in the
So, a cleansing afternoon here. I started binge listening to the Love to Sew podcast on my 5 hour drive for work and got super excited about fashion sewing again. Four years ago, while awaiting what would be a Tarlov Cyst diagnosis, and grieving that teaching and throwing pottery would no longer be a part
Forty-five minutes before I needed to leave for a work meeting a three hour drive away, my 14 year old daughter asks, “So, can we make the bird for the cage?” What?!? Frantically, I dictate directions to find the pattern and make an extra copy. The pattern had no directions. Just shapes, lines and dots.
This weekend, my non-quilting job took me to the town over from my parent’s home. I spent the evening with them and of course conversation with my mother turned to quilting. She had stopped at one of my favorite quilt shops a couple days earlier and couldn’t wait to show me what she bought. First,
Vulnerable moment here. I have some amazing friends and family, who support me, encourage me, and constantly ask me how I get it ALL done. If I am honest, and human, I like hearing those things, but the last couple months those words have been pretty overwhelming for me. If you’ve been following me for any
I am spending this week in Chicago for training for my “day job” as a Regional Gift Planner for the ELCA. Honestly, long, all day meetings are difficult for me to sit through with my ADHD, so I always bring something to doodle on. As I continue to learn and explore the world of surface