the lake froze last night. yesterday there were waves. cold and choppy waves. and this morning there was only still ice. overnight. and tomorrow i'll be on warm sand next to open waves in jamaica. so much changes overnight.
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.