A Place for Breathing
That and more…and more…and more
2009 – Me in our home in Alaska.
And my sewing room that was in our dining room. That’s not where it always existed. Just where it existed before we moved to Hawaii.
I even talk to my husband about quilting. He dutifully nods his head and looks like he’s trying to understand. But, he understands about as much about quilting as I do about his wonderful world of electricity. Which, by the way, is wonderful, else I couldn’t quilt.
I’ve not always been a quilter. I have been a sewist for as long as I can remember. I’m a mom taught clothing sewist. My mother taught me to sew clothes when I was about 9 years old. She even went as far as buying me my first sewing machine for my high school graduation. That first one was a Pfaff and I sewed my heart out on that machine. I made pillows, curtains, placemats and more clothes. I sewed for my home, for my mother, for my sisters, for my in laws. I do believe I worked that machine to death. Years later, my mother bought me a Babylock serger. Then, my husband and children and home all received makeovers.
The story abounds from there into the world of quilting and a place for breathing for my mind and heart.
My husband Jon holding our grandson Austin and our daughter Jonalyn.
Our youngest son, Jeremy, joined us for this photo. We’re still waiting for our oldest son to come visit. It happens!