In the 1990's a dream of mine came true when I bought a floor-standing quilting frame. I still remember the excitement of opening the box and putting the frame together. Most people probably think that hand-quilting is about as exciting as watching grass grow, but sitting at a frame with a quilt stretched across it was where I wanted to be.
Leaving on a jet plane; airports and angst
A stationary m ushroom with running cedar 🌻🌲🌻🌲🌻 Where in the world is Singapore? Singapore is in Southeast Asia, approximately nine...
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W hen the service ended, I walked through the church doors and down the front steps, and there stood Samuel (not his real name), waiti... -
A fter traveling down some back roads and winding through the hills of Virginia, we began climbing a mountain, leaning into one hairpin tur... -
I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, froz...