it's one of those nights. after one of those days. we are cozily settled in for the evening. i have finally cleaned, so the house feels like home again. tom is playing guitar and being followed around by telulah (his 17 yr old cat who likes to talk to him while he plays guitar). i'm happily reading and computerizing and cuddling with edgar. a perfect conclusion to this day of wonderful-ness. tracy and i found a yard sale this morning, bursting with treasure. not the least of which was the proprietess herself. sisters selling the items from their parents home. the items they couldn't keep, but held dear memories regardless. tracy and i came away with fodder for art and inspiration for quilts. and i even have a pile of tattered and threadbare quilts that i'm going to attempt to bathe carefully and fold in my little quilt gallery to carry my eye full circle, reminding me of the women i emulate from generations ago.
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