christmas is a wonderful reminder of the solidity of home and family. and christmas means a beautiful winter day in the home my parents have lived in for 35 years. my childhood home that is as much a part of me as my skin. my father has been stripping the layers of paint from the 140 year old front door. and i love what he's found. and the contrast against the pristine white 10 foot walls and mellow pine floors that came from the property. there is no season when this house doesn't embrace us as one of it's own. but at christmas, with the fires burning and the fields covered with snow, there is a warmth and safety that isn't matched at any other time.
the quilts i make blend a grandmother's ideals with a fresh youthful flair. there is a nostalgia for seasons past combined with hopefulness for a bright full future. I write little stories in my mind as I make the quilts. sometimes they become actual stories. and sometimes I share them here.
christmas is a wonderful reminder of the solidity of home and family. and christmas means a beautiful winter day in the home my parents have lived in for 35 years. my childhood home that is as much a part of me as my skin. my father has been stripping the layers of paint from the 140 year old front door. and i love what he's found. and the contrast against the pristine white 10 foot walls and mellow pine floors that came from the property. there is no season when this house doesn't embrace us as one of it's own. but at christmas, with the fires burning and the fields covered with snow, there is a warmth and safety that isn't matched at any other time.
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