Home Sweet Home

Between hockey tournaments, track meets, Speech and Debate tournaments, my sister trip, and various family commitments, I have been home for a grand total of three weekends since the beginning of February. My life has been ridiculously busy and while it has been fun,...

Folk Art Applique

One benefit of living in rural America is that when my kids have sporting events, we don’t just jump in the car for a 20 minute drive down the road. Nope, that would be too easy. We book a hotel, load up the truck and head four or five hours down the freeway. My...

Seven Questions You Should Never Ask a Quilter

If you have a friend or loved one who quilts, and you would one day like to be the recipient of a lovely cherished heirloom, don’t ever ask them any of the following questions.  You may never get a quilt. 1.  “Why would you want to cut up perfectly good fabric just so...

Giving is Way More Fun than Receiving

This week I finished another “UFO” or unfinished quilt.  This is one my friend Teresa and I started probably six years ago.  We chose the pattern and began construction for a dear friend.  Life managed to get in the way, and we didn’t finish it. ...

Every Story HAS NOT Been Told

The idea that every story has already been told is a potentially depressing one for a writer embarking on a writing journey.  The problem with this saying is that it’s patently false.  Every story has not been told.  When people say this, they mean that every story...

Scissor Slut

I’m a little bit crazy about my good fabric scissors. In fact, I guard them kind of like how Rumpelstiltskin guarded his name, and like good old Rump, I get a little crazy when somebody steals my scissors and potentially ruins their magic. There are paper scissors all...

The Denim Quilt from Hell

Just before Christmas, I finished the denim quilt that I started in October.  I thought I’d be able to finish this beast of a quilt in a few weeks, but it took much longer than expected.  It just about killed me, and after I explained to a friend that my thumb went...

Crazy Quilts = Crazy Women?

Crazy quilts don’t equate with crazy women now, but the fiction of the late 1800’s tells a different story.   Crazy quilts were all the rage during the mid-1870’s but began to drop from favor during the mid-1890’s.   An article in Dorcas magazine explained...

Tying Up Loose Ends

Last week, I got inspired to create a denim soccer quilt for my daughter.  She made the varsity squad as a Freshman, and her team made the 3A state playoffs.  I had a pattern that I bought probably twelve years ago, and I had all the denim, so I decided I could whip...

My Man-Child has Cold Feet, Literally

Over the summer, I had the quilt that I normally keep in the trunk of my car, my denim bus blankie, in the house.  When my son saw me folding it up to put back in my car, he asked me what I was doing.  I told him I was putting it back in the trunk. He had the audacity...

Wonky Blocks and Scenes

I have no idea why I am so drawn to anything having to do with quilts . . .  but I am.  I bought my first book on how to make a quilt when I was seventeen years old though I never did make one then.  For college graduation I asked for and received a sewing machine.  I...

Scrap Strategies

After I finished up my last quilt, I had a giant pile of leftover coordinated scraps from mitered borders and extra blocks.  I stared at this pile of fabric for a while and couldn’t come up with a solution, so I shoved it onto a corner of my cutting table and left it...

What the hell is a table runner for anyway?

Every quilter has made a table runner. I admit it. I have too. In fact, I’ll even admit I have no less than six that are done and just need binding. It is the ubiquitous quilting gift – fast, easy, good use for leftover blocks. But what is it? Have you ever heard...

My Man Quilt

I finally finished my latest quilt.  My husband loved it and even commented that it looked a little bit masculine, “Not at all like what you usually do.”  Since he’s been the recipient of quilts that I thought were “man quilts,” I wasn’t so sure how to take that. This...

Denim Bus Blankie

One Friday per month during the school year, I arrive at school sometime between 5:30 – 6:00 am to head west, 300 miles on a school bus that tops out at 58 mph (safety comes first).  The bus is filled with 25-50 teenagers.  Their sport? Talking, literally.  I coach...