One needle. Two hands. Seven Hours of Love.
Mom gave needlecraft. Dad gave the art of design. Grandmother gave discipline. Grandma gave thrift. Granddaddy gave patience. Grandpa helped show me what I’m made of.
The thought of your smile.
There’s a bit of all of us in everything I make.
@ the thrift store.
A moth-eaten sweater. An old handkerchief. The odd jar of buttons.
My Treasure!
@ the workshop.
Color blocks of felted wool. Skeins of embroidery floss. A beat-up church pew for divining.
My Sanctuary!
@ the good place.
Hand-drawn patterns. Needle and thread. Lots and lots of time.
My Heaven!
