the angled ceiling of a tiny enclosed porch. windows swing open on either side of a slamming door that never quite latches. there is room for a chair and a table and a pile of books. lavender hanging in dusty clutches. aluminum buckets, dull and hollow from decades of sun and water. the floor is worn. this is the room i settle in the evenings for the transition from summer to winter. it's my autumn room.
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