the wind is wild. my favorite tree that sits outside our library window, and our bedroom window above, is being shaken and torn by it's force. i am lying in the dark, covered with a knitted wool blanket, listening to the lonely sounds of a wheezing night. the windows shudder, the sound of glass and wood doing a dark shimmy. i haven't been alone in days. so in the middle of this groaning night, i am groggy and snuffly and happy to listen to the gusts of silence around me.
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