There was a time when I would have been irritated (at best) or depressed (at worst) to find a hole in something I own. In those days, a hole or tear or other defect meant it was time to say goodbye to that item and, usually, replace it (whether we had[Read more]
While my brain is working overtime, composing daily emails during Lent, my hands have been completing some of the projects in my to do pile. I love the way this pillow turned out (thankfully, so does our youngest son, owner of said pillow). Long ago (and yards of fabric away) this was[Read more]