the sun is strong, hitting my eyes and distorting everything i try to see. there is a cat purring behind my head. and otherwise, silence. the house is still and sleeping although it's almost 9 am. on a monday. but it's a holiday. and holidays are really a delightful thing to find in february. a morning that can begin slowly. and build the way you want it to build. shaping the day instead of letting it be shaped by all the things that must be done. we are out of coffee, so i'll boil up a pot of tea. and wake up tom by starting to run my bath. the sound of water flowing through pipes and hitting porcelain is surprisingly loud. the clawfoot tub tucked in it's corner of our bedroom with a table of books. mavis gallant. proust. those go-to books i can pick up and enjoy for ten minutes anytime, but never read through to the end. the perfect start to a holiday monday.
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