A sense of overwhelm

I am full to overflowing after our third journey to New Mexico. It will surely take a fair bit of time to tell it all here, but suffice it to say we hope go back someday …

In the meantime, I’ve decided to complete some unfinished projects, the better to clear the deck so I can get started on E’s coverlet.

And so, Remember 2021 will be retitled Remember (some of) 2021, as it will only cover January through July.

Next, I will finish putting Moon Myth together.

Then I plan to repurpose The Land as the Crow Flies as couch cushion backings.

And I am waaaay overdue on adding Parker and Ellis to the family sampler.

Ha! I wonder if I’ll ever get back to My Heart’s Compass?

Stay tuned …

An ending and a beginning

The Land as the Crow Flies is done and hung …

giving us something else to look at beside (or perhaps I should say “over”) the blather on TV …

And now, at long last, I’m indulging myself in quilt math and patch trials for Moon Myth …

an imaginary tale written for our grandkids about the moon in all its phases.

Working The Land

Deb Sposa at Artisun asked to see a close-up of the stitches on The Land as the Crow Flies


At the time I replied that I wasn’t sure I wanted to show them …


because they’re not what I consider my “best work” …

But I reconsidered, because these pictures detail a learning process I want to remember. How the thrift store linen clothing, torn into strips, would not be held by Jude Hill’s invisible basting alone. Nor by kantha stitches worked in Deb Lacativa’s “Dirty Threads.” Only a final application of single-strand overcast stitch along all the raw edges finally effected a cloth that felt capable of fully being.

It will soon be done and shown it in its final state. But I will never again love it as much as I love it now, my hands traveling over its imperfections, working The Land.