the twisting splashy sounds of the laundry washing upstairs. edgar is stretching his head into my hand and i run my finger along the standing up cowlick between his eyes and along the bridge of his nose. the morning school bus just rattled past and i mutter to myself...'oh, it's 10 to 9 already'. i tell time by the school bus, morning and afternoon. tom brought me coffee. my hair is still wet and heavy. i'm on the sofa in the library poring over the photos on my laptop. i have decided to print photographs to sell in the studio. it's a long and tedious task. but i love it. i love making lists of maybes and then making folders and then sending them to be printed and then picking them up and holding them in my hands. i'm a sucker for the process. i can't enjoy the end result of anything if i don't enjoy the process.
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