exactly the morning wander through the harbor and around the massive stone prison walls and the open green park spaces and the historic, story laden century buildings and houses that i've waited all this long winter and eternally wet spring to have. the sun is bouncing around. the mist is being burned off by the sun. the skies are blue with fabulous layers of clouds. i am energetic. and although i'd promised myself a day in the cloth (that's quilting i'm speaking of), real estate duties call and i must head out to the house and get some painting done while i can. edgar and i enjoyed our morning. and we will have another walk after the first coat of paint is on.
i feel like quilts are alive. they reflect all the little joys that make life special. they emanate love and warmth. 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. you can find me online at www.chasinglightningbugs.com