Seams Scissors and Spoons

blogger vs wordpress

I’ve decided to switch back to a blogger account

I’ve been pretty displeased with a few new additions to the wordpress experience since I last blogged.

Particularly the addition of advertisements into my posts from time to time.

I don’t believe blogger does this but I’m still impressed with the changes blogger has undergone since I last used the software.

I’ll leave this up a few days and then shove on.




I love growing.

I love learning new things.

I hold onto the past only if it can inspire me to keep growing.


I made it to Quilt Group for an hour last week,

Nicholas in tow, 554

he played under the frame.

Ms. Ruth taught me a new stitch

and one of her methods for tacking quilts.

I cannot find the stitch, or this method, anywhere online

or in the books I have been scouring. 559


I signed up for two online courses,

Nubian Art,


one regarding

The Bible. 569

This is not a cross stitch,

Ms. Ruth learned this over 40 years ago,

and it was then termed

The New Tack Stitch.

Does it have a proper name ?

I’m debating moving back to a site with my proper name.

I’m exhausted with themeing myself.

The Ladies

I saw my ladies today.

The youngest in her late 60s the oldest in her mid 90s.

Still hand quilting around the frame in the Wise Public Library on Monday afternoons.

They are my grafted roots to this place.

They remind me to keep going.

They remain my best and truest friends.

They make me laugh


reduce me to only the necessary.

It’s been six months since I have seen them

but you’d never know.

They taught me in a little less than a year

why I make

and why the marketing, wordy bits don’t matter,

but why sharing ourselves



You don’t know quilting

until you’ve watched a woman who

has been at it

for 90 years

stitch beside you.

15 days…

It took me 15 days to hand piece, hand quilt, and hand bind my latest quilt.

It finished to the size of a large crib/small lap size.

It’s my 20th to date.

I know because I made a list at the start of February.  I was growing exhausted by the number of people who would ask….

How many quilts have you made ?


Do you really get anything done working all by hand ?

It surprised me too

when I listed in progress tops, blocks, and cut quilts.

I’m close to finished on two more…

they lack a few days of stitching and binding

that’s all.

I’d love to have 30 completed by my 30th birthday this year.


I am an Artist because of you two…..


a question was posed to me about my children,

about being a mother in particular,

about the feelings it created inside me,

and the life I’m living daily because of it.

I was 21 when I became pregnant with Sophia,

and I was already college educated,

and well traveled,

but being a mother made me an artist,

more than it made me a mother.

I always took photographs and wrote,

in down time I practiced I suppose the term needle-arts,

because I did a large hunk of embroidery in my late teens,

and I have always thought other forms of expression were as integral to my life as basic speech,

but my children crafted me into a woman who turned entirely inward.

I discovered life as a beginner through them.

I adventured.

I began to think remote controls looked alien enough to doodle,

and stories about stuffed animals were intriguing,

I found the physical form of bodies as something spiritual and limitless,

and their constant sense of play and reconfiguration has granted me a freedom with textiles I never thought possible.

They granted me a freedom I’d have never found without them.

Sophia first

with all her strength and stubborn joy and boundless laughter

and then Nicholas,

who is tender,


and so unbelievable in love with the land and nature.

I would never wish to be the woman from before.

My kids have made a mess of me,

and I have loved and cherished every single minute.

I thank them everyday for giving me my Artist,

and the permission to let her make messes, mistakes, and love everywhere…

.even in the tiny things like conversations of lives not lived.

They forgive me my humanity,

and remind me that

I’m better when I am willing to do the same

for both myself

and others.

The Ugly Duckling

Sophia Wren is 6 now, and in first grade.

Every year, local elementary schools celebrate March being National Reading Month,

by allowing the children a day to dress as a storybook character.


Last year, being a Kindergarten parent, I had no notion of who dressed their children, or how characters were interpreted from fiction to reality.

At 5, Little Sophia Wren, wavered on her character, before deciding on Cookie, the Cat, from Cookie’s Week by Cindy Ward.

We were incredibly broke last year, but I still wanted to honor school spirit



so I threw together a pair of her black leggings,

a 50 cent black turtleneck from Walmart,

and used Black Kona Cotton, thread, and a little bit of old worn pink solid with scrap batting

to construct a knotted tail and ears with a headband.

She really wanted her face dolled up, so I used my black eyeliner to draw her a cat face and



I discovered that afternoon when I picked her up, that this day mostly meant a way to wear a Halloween costume to school


got a lot of love for our little homemade,

yet folksy creation.

Then we moved, and it turns out this new school does it too.

Today was that day,

and yesterday, a snow day, I asked Sophia what or who she wanted to dress as from a storybook.


She was torn between The Ugly Duckling, or The Ugly Duckling after Personal Transformation.

She decided on the after…..

white feathers and all.


I threw together a few things from her closet,

and then hit Walmart

and then hung out with the fabric glue for awhile.

I used some muslin and little bits of thread and really fell in love with

Color Sensational Vivids Lipcolor by Maybelline

Electric Orange


So in the end, I glued two sacks of white feathers using two glue pens to her turtle neck and a muslin construct of a tail

that I tacked to her leggings with thread.

She wore orange leggings and house shoes

and spare feathers were randomly stuck into her pony tail.

Her face makeup was more her desire than a necessity,

but her face was lovingly powered

and using mascara I coated her eyebrows

and then used lipstick to draw on her beak.


The Swan!

She left in love, we will see what happens at pick up this afternoon.

Tatum’s Banner Quilt


A few months ago my friend Amanda sent me multiple pinned images of a Banner Quilt she had found online and loved.

Hunting these down so I can bestow proper credit.

Deep in the creation and decoration of a nursery for her yet to be born daughter, Tatum, she had decided the wanted a hand made quilt.

We went back and forth about what exactly she wanted and whether or not this was chiefly for decor or use, and I began work as soon as Denyse Schmidt’s Shelburne Falls line of Fat Quarters arrived via mail order.

I fought hard to not use “White”, because originally Amanda was set on it as the background fabric, and I hate white in quilts. I chose Kona Cotton Snow instead.

Tatum's Quilt Detail

This was my first experience with Heat N Bond Ultra Hold, and it was a bit of a learning experience for me, in trying to set up an assembly line of sorts during the cutting and fusing process, not burn myself, the fabrics, or just make a big ol mess.

Tatum's Baby Quilt

I marked this using pencil and an antique quilt motif to resemble wind, or dandelion seeds blowing and swirling. The nursery has been stenciled in large dandelions with seeds scattered throughout the room.

I handquilted this with DMC Ecru colored Perle Cotton 8 using Mountain Mist 100% cotton Cream Rose Batting, and as always she is entirely hand bound as well.

Finished unwashed at 41.5w x 48 h.

Tatum's Quilt

Baby Tatum is due December 31st.


Seven Years

 Seven years ago my mother paid over 1,500 dollars to dress me as a lady on my wedding day.

“Ladies wear Cassini,” she told me,

and she bought me a grand dress,

and the most grand tiara to go along with it.

I was pregnant and she reminded me it would be improper for me to decide upon a white dress.


This dress chose me.

There are only two others like it in the world

a test dress

that never became anything more.

Wrapped in its protective sealant, preserved, for the last seven years, it had begun to yellow

upon liberation

those stains have vanished in a day.


habit and home


Today I had the splendid realization that our Tree is slowly becoming a homemade thing of history

year by year,

bit by bit.

Sophia has been making ornaments in her weekly pottery class and as of this moment, those and the star, are all that decorate it.

December holds so much celebration for us as a family.

Christmas, Our Wedding Anniversary, Four Birthdays,

rounded off by the New Year.

Two Quilts await binding by my hands before 2014.

Bloggers Quilt Festival Fall 2013

A few days before Sophia was to start Kindergarten we met with her teacher, Mrs. Brickey for the first time. This was last year, because Sophia, my oldest, is now six and a first grader.


Mrs. Brickey mentioned that in the beginning Kindergarten students were allowed to bring something from home to use during nap time to help them feel not so lonely.


After our meeting, Sophia, in the car on the way home, asked to take “silky blankie” a super king sized white comforter edged in ribbon that originally had been on mine and my husband Michael’s bed that she had commandeered as a toddler.


Of course I could not say yes, it is huge.


After some fierce negotiating, during which one option was cutting silky blankie up a little,


I agreed that I would make Sophia a small quilt in any fashion she desired

with less than 24 hours to go. 


She used her stash, bits of fabrics she’s collected since she was very small fabric shopping with me, mama and even Michael, a few pieces were recent additions given to us at the local fabric store in Pound, VA.


I used no personal artistic license on the fabrics but picked a pattern I knew I could get through in 24 hours.

I hand pieced, hand quilted and hand bound this for Sophia.


The ribbon was from Gandi’s stash, bits and pieces my mama lets her play with when she visits.

By the time I got to binding my fingers were so bruised from rushing through the quilt that it hurt to blind hem stitch the edge.

When I finished I noticed most of the binding stitches were showing on the front, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut it out.

I appliquéd a heart, used older tracings of our hands (because we often put our hands together to show love) and spelled her name.

I finished minutes before we were to get her in the car to drive her to school.

When we picked her up later that day I asked if she’d used her quilt….NO! she screamed at me.

“No one else had a blankie at all! You did it all wrong” and she burst into tears.


I have this now folded and stored in a trunk at the foot of our bed, a precious memory of the first day of school for my oldest.

Thank You Everyone who visits and comments. I love and appreciate the festival, and the many bloggers who take the time to make it so spectacular! To Get Back to Festival Headquarters…..