When  something rests lightly on your shoulders and falls smoothly past your body parts, you feel a little weightless and a little lyrical.

When my long-time dear friend Louse shipped me a box of fabric – yukatas from her years in Japan and airy dresses she had worn when she...

My Uncle Andy was sort of mythical to me when I was a kid. He was tall and, being Canadian, spoke both French and English. His allure was...

You can't go wrong when you make something for someone who completely embraces the world.

My optimistic and confident mother used to assure me that what mattered was being beautiful on the inside. I was 1) mystified about how...

For a while now, I have been making versions of the same dress, a direct descendant of the pattern/color work of pieced quilts.

When I made a pieced throw using yukata fabric which my long-time dear friend, Louise, had given me, I played it classic and...

There were two reasons why I avoided thimbles: I didn’t have one that fit, and I was afraid I couldn’t get used to one. The second...

A friend once challenged me to a ruler count. I had 35. She won. That led me to think about scissors, a tool whose name, concept, action,...

You can work for weeks or months on a painting, but it never feels quite as real as when the label is attached to the gallery wall. The...

I construct tied quilts rather than quilted quilts because I am crazy about pattern, color interaction, and the feel of fabric. For me,...