these boots stand on the porch beside the bbq. they stand like they are ready for work. for someone to slip into them and the serious work will begin. tom bought them a year ago to take camping. in case of rain. but i don't think there was rain. and i don't think he's worn them since. but they have made a home on the porch. by the kitchen door. i love them. they bring the farm i play with in my mind one step closer. the boots to step into to go feed the chickens. or muck the stables. or milk the goats. or bring in the eggs. they are the same boots my dad had. and my grandfather. boots with purpose. these are happy and hard working boots.
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