A Family Textile Collection at the Smithsonian
Look at these two very similar samplers — They were made 57 years apart, the second one by the great-niece of the first, and based on her design. Many of us make quilts… Continue reading
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Even More Textiles in Philadelphia
Alright, it has been more than a month since I went to Philadelphia, but, as David Letterman used to say, I remember it like it was on videotape! In the short amount of… Continue reading
More African Textiles in Philly
In my previous post I told about the Philadelphia Museum of Art’s exhibit of wax prints. After seeing that, I went up one floor to the “Threads of Traditions” exhibit. This small but… Continue reading
Phantastic Phiber Phun in Philadelphia
Last week I got to go to Philadelphia for the first time, tagging along with my husband on one of his business trips. As usual, we had very short notice beforehand, and just… Continue reading
A Different Kind of Cheater Cloth
One of the things I enjoy most about quilting is taking all kinds of unwanted supplies and turning them into something useful. You may be familiar with “cheater cloth”, a name for fabric… Continue reading
Family Cookbook
There is a small bookshelf that lives by our back door, filled with my very favorite irreplaceable books. (My thought is that if we ever had to evacuate with a wildfire approaching, I… Continue reading
Panel Play Mats
Two weeks ago I hit 24 quilt shops in an hour and a half! How did I manage that? Because someone had the genius idea to have the small scattered quilt shops of… Continue reading
I Can’t Do This, Until I Do That!
As I go through my air-conditioned August, my goal is to finish up some of those odds and ends of projects in the effort to have a beautiful streamlined studio (like Melanie’s). I… Continue reading
Punch Looks at Photographers
Since we have been looking at old cabinet cards in the last two posts, I thought it would be a good time to look at some illustrations of photographers from the 1862 Punch… Continue reading
If I Lived 130 Years Ago
My mental image of myself would be something like this: Or this: Or at the very least this: I would admire women dressed to the nines like this: But in reality, I would… Continue reading