it has been a collection of still and breathless july days that you have to slow down and sink into, to endure. everything swollen with moisture. the humid layers of paint on the old panelled doors, jammed in their frames and centuries of dampness hanging in the air. decades of scents seeping from the damp wood and plaster. the floorboards creak and are damply sticky on my bare feet. i love these days, when summer doesn't compromise. all my work moves outside. the cats sprawled in the sun. and ezra on the porch swing with a gigantic fan keeping him cool. my sewing and ironing under the huge tree that shades the deck off the studio. lots of water kept in the refrigerator. a fog of heat moves along the lake. and an occasional breeze. i don't get as much done, but the day is full of the sweet rarities of summer. so the trade off is a fair one.
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