I once said I’d never make a quilt. Which was from the beginning a complete lie because I had, in fact, already made one quilt. A crazy quilt. From a huge box of bitty vintage scraps my grandmother had saved. The panels I sewed became the top of the duvet which we still use in the winter. Taylor loves it.
The idea of making a quilt–that is, going out and buying new material, cutting it up, and sewing it all back together–still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, and yet, I have made another quilt. A little one. … read on
I am not usually a t-shirt person.
I’ve known women who rarely wear anything other than jeans or jean shorts and an assortment of tees. There is nothing wrong with that, of course–t-shirts are very comfortable, modest, and relatively cool most of the time–but I never liked the way I looked in them.… read on