I’ll Take You There

HEAL outside Disclosure: this is a deeply personal post and one that is important to share with whatever audience reads this humble blog about music and quilting. It is still about quilting and music, but also about my health and the impetus for this quilt. This post is less about the "how" and more about… Continue reading I’ll Take You There

Heart of Gold

Ethnobotany is one of my favorite subjects to nerd out on. A simplified definition of ethnobotany is the study of how cultures use indigenous plants for food, medicine, fiber, dye, in ceremony, etc. I find all of it utterly fascinating and my bookshelves are full of plant identification books which I can easily lose myself… Continue reading Heart of Gold

Needle and thread – part 3

#pillowinafrontyard Music is the chocolate in the croissant, the cheese on the pizza. Music is the daffodil emerging after a dark winter. Music is warm sand between toes. Music is the perfect fluffy cloud in a cerulean sky. Music is a cozy, warm quilt, a favorite sweater. Alright, enough of the poetic metaphors -- music… Continue reading Needle and thread – part 3

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

This quilt and this post are all about LOVE, in all caps! There are also a lot of exclamation points. If there are any deputized grammar police or super curmudgeons who read this blog, this is your warning. At a young age, I learned the power of the words LOVE and its opposite hate. My… Continue reading Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Ice Ice Baby

#quiltinayard If you're thinking, oh NO she didn't, just bear with me. This HAD to happen and you'll read why. New tagline: Quiltunes - bravely going where few quilters have gone before. A couple of years back, I traveled to a fancy software conference in southern California with two of my rural local government colleagues.… Continue reading Ice Ice Baby

Car Wheels on a Gravel Road

#quiltonacleanfloor What is your method for dealing with bad news? How do you comfort yourself when life is icky? One of my methods is to head to my sewing machine where I can channel my emotions and work it all out. I suppose I could actually work out, or project my energy into an angry… Continue reading Car Wheels on a Gravel Road