this photo is our empty icy harbour yesterday. ezra and i walked all along it's edges, and at some spots the snow was past my knees. yet i can feel spring sifting it's way through the layers of cold. i can feel the air beginning to shift. the light is changing. and there is a little restlessness in my fingers. i am busy again. a constant roll of making quilt tops, filling the shop with new quilts. sorting through new ideas. and preparing for a small show that is happening march 1st right here in our little u-shaped village. i don't like to leave my little circle of house and studio. so the fact that this little show called 'she creates' takes place in the harbour, three doors down from me, makes it almost too perfect. so, i work away, building new quilts, folding them in fat towers of colour, ready to send out into this new spring and their new homes.
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