a reflection as i was leaving the kitchen door, closing it behind me in the early morning sun. i caught my reflection in the panes of glass. the sun was sharp and froze the moment. it was the swiftness of my turn combined with the movement of the closing door. the morning sun, bright and high caught the top of my head and bounced the image into the glass. the back of my head. all i saw was my hair. the color and the tangled mess of curls. the varied depth of golds and auburn and deep, dark brown. the depth and detail in the briefest milli-second shocked me. endless colors. and now my tea and yogurt on the porch.
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