this is where i've been sitting. watching the day start. with a raucous wind circling. i think a fierce storm is on it's way. but the porch swing keeps me protected and i can still feel involved. i was going to paint the swing this year. but i love it so much just as it is, the idea of changing it doesn't sit well. however, after 12 summers, maybe this will be the year. the sooner i do it, the sooner it will be worn in and feel like it's always been painted. the porch swing defines our summers. it's always there, waiting to share the day with us. to take a few minutes and do nothing. this summer, porch swing time has been rare. tom has been working more than usual. and i have goals to meet in the studio. but until the days get cold, i'm going to remember to take a bit of everyday and share it with the porch swing......and maybe paint 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