a still morning, bright and clear. late july and i feel just a touch of sadness in it's song. i'm breaking into the day while my house is still silent. the neighborhood is quiet and sleepy still. the sun is bright. and i can smell the lake. clothespegs in my hand, always two at a time. white cotton towels bleached by the sun. a cup of yogurt and some tea. and a walk through the harbor with edgar. that is my morning. and i love it.
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