a cold november morning. i'm eager to move into the studio. but there are so many little chores that demand me first thing in the day. the cats make me jealous. they sleep curled on blankets or the heat vents. and i want to just read by the fire with a cat warm on my feet. but the pull of the studio is stronger. i'm listening to 'great expectations' now. and the literary quilts are going smaller today. i'm thinking they'll be more of a lap size. the perfect size to stretch over you while reading.
the cozy and warm studio is open again today from 11 until 6.
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