A couple more Meadows!

Lets talk West Coast Meadows. 


Read the first chapter of East of Eden. John Steinbeck knows West Coast Meadows. 

I'm working on finalizing 2 possible Bay Area classes. I'm still working out details in Seattle, but HEY BC! 

I've just added a class in Vancouver at Spool of Thread November 9th-12th. Check with Spool of Thread for details!  

And a couple of reminders!

Idaho Peeps! Remember that there are classes at the wonderful shop Suppose in the historic town of Preston, Idaho. Sign up whilst you can! 

Also remember to check out the Home-Sewn Weekend at Modern Domestic October 10th-12th. I know that space is very limited. 

Details for the Salt Lake Meadow, still being put together! I promise! But there are 2 available dates to choose from, October 17, or 18. A post with details, price, and sign ups coming this weekend. 

If you want to take a look at the first Meadow class of the tour, check out the SCMQG. I loved spending the day with these lovely and gracious women. If you are ever in southern Connecticut, check out Christie's Quilting Boutique!


This Friday! The Rochester Modern Quilt Guild! See you all soon! Also, an additional Meadow has been added in Cambridge at Gather Here. It was a lucky coincidence, and it's the last of the Meadows on the East Coast for 2014. I can't wait to see all of you. 



I've avoided selling my artwork, my actual artwork, for a while now.  

People have asked for it. Offered to purchase it. Literally begged me for it, etc. and I just couldn't do it. It's a curious thing to release and allow something that is so integral to who and what you are. It almost feels like I had been performing for a long time, and then I got an awful stage fright that prohibited me from exposing myself in that way. But it's gone. Mostly gone. I guess what it really was is that I was fragile for a time. Too much figuring and growing. Too vulnerable. 

I feel like an adorable butterfly.

I hope you enjoy the work. That it brings you joy and peace and contemplation as it has for me. As I commit more and more of my life to art, I see that the work is a teacher.

I will be adding more drawings, transfer drawings and mono-prints next week. Generally more works on paper. Also the print contest winners will be announced shortly. 

love love love all of you. 


Catnap Dress Contest Winners!!!!

Oh you guys. This was hard. Hard for me, hard for the judges. Thank you to Amanda and Dennis. I could not have made these decisions on my own.

I can't tell you though how much joy this has brought me, and hopefully you. I hope that you'll keep wearing and loving your cat dresses and that you will also continue to make beautiful clothing. 

I'm taking the liberty to add a couple of awards. Because I can do that. It's my contest. And I love prizes. We'll start with the kitties. 

The winner of the kitten dress contest is!!!!!!!!

Very Shannon. We were all charmed by that sweetheart back and that doll face.  


I am adding prizes for our two kittens who sewed their own dresses!!!!!

Little E!!!!!!! From Gather Here


and Helen Branch!!!!!!!!! 

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These cool kittens made their own Catnap dresses, and I am so proud of them. 

Next we have the lady Cat prizes!

This was so hard. I just want you to know that it was really really difficult. 

Here it goes. 

Our third place winner is 



Each of the judges independently picked their winners, and we all picked you. You look great, and your dress is adorable. 

In Second place!!!!!!!!!!

Jenna Brand!!!!!


You made a dress, borrowed children, and helped throw a Catnap Tea party. Cats off to you! 

Our First Place winner is!!!!!!

Carrie Adams


You did such a fantastic job! You look fantastic. Your dress is fantastic. You have cats for days... Congratulations. You make beautiful things and everyone should know it. 

I would also like to name a few honorable mentions to whom I will also be sending prizes!

Caitlin of Spools and Sparrows


and Jen Hall of RedCurlsJen


Thank you all sooooooo much for participating. I cried every time you posted a new pic. And that's because I'm so grateful you let me be a part of your lives. I love making beautiful things and I'm so glad that you do to, and in a small way I get to be a part of that. 

prize winners, send me an email and we'll get your winnings heading your way. 

And with that I officially sign off from being a judge of anything. Until the next dress contest of course. 

I love love love you all. Thanks for playing and filling my life with joys, and too many good tears to count. xoxoxoxoxoxo

Paul Klee


So I'm a terrible travel writer. Not in that I am a poor writer, but that I have a hard time stopping to write. I'm going to get better though. I pretty much have to. 

I'm not sure where to start. A lot has happened since England. All fill in where I can, and keep the rest for myself for now. 

So I'll start with Paul. 

One of the best things that I did while I was in London was see the Paul Klee exhibit at the Tate Modern. It was one of the finest curated exhibits I have ever seen. It was in every way a retrospective, and did an excellent job of displaying his work in the way that he personally catalogued it. Meticulously. But the thing that was so interesting and moving to me, was not only the immense volume of work, seventeen galleries filled with about a dozen pieces each, but the amount of work that I had never seen. It was shocking. And what was even cooler, was that it didn't all work. But by displaying this vast body in chronological order, you were able to see how he got from point A to Z. I guess that's the point of a retrospective, but this felt different. Or it just spoke to me as something different. It was enlightening, and one of the greatest things I gained from my time in London. 

Just as a quick note. I'm telling you about this experience, not explain myself, or justify my thoughts or actions to you, but on the chance that you've gone through similar struggles as a creator of things. 

Going from room to room, his work changed drastically. It was all so different, and that's what spoke to me. It's something that I have fought myself about for a long time.

If I do this, than I can't do this.

If I'm this, than I can't be this.

And I can tell myself all day long that those things aren't true: I can create whatever I want. Again and again, I would say it, and try to believe it, but I would shut myself down and go back to the idea of basically, if I am a graphic commercial textile designer, how can I be a fine art printmaker? Is something lost. Is one more valuable than the other? Am I wrong for blah blah blah? Am I less of an fine artist because I blah blah blah? And even though everyone would tell me no, and I would tell me no, and I knew the answer was no, I couldn't proceed without something suffering. I was afraid that the one would hurt the other. I was also afraid that they were too different, and that you wouldn't be able to see me in both, that I had to choose. But it hit me, and Paul Klee gave me the power and permission. I don't need to choose. I don't have to choose printmaking over fabric, or visa-versa. And I don't have to be a printmaker over painter, or a sculptor, or installation artist, or a seamstress. Why can't they all inform each other? I get to be everything. 

And that's what this show did for me. I realized as I took in his work, and the great variation of it, that the thread that tied all of it together was him. I am the thread that ties all of my work together. I can't touch something without it looking like I did so. You can see my work from a mile away. Its always been this way. And seeing the progression, the changes, the motifs that carry on throughout his lifetime of work, I felt a peace about my own work and where it will go, and what I am capable of achieving for the first time maybe ever and I was able to discard a burden that had encumbered me for far too long. 

I'm free, and things are going to get weird. 

Next Up: The V&A. 


I'm off to jolly England.

Where bulldogs all wear pants!  

All day as I've been packing and getting ready to leave the country I've been singing the Burl Ives song, Watch the Donut, Not the Hole.  

I actually listen to Burl Ives a lot. I listen to this particular album while I work. It lifts my spirits, and warms my heart. True story.  

Anyway I just got done with Quilt Market. I realized a lot of things. I have a lot of writing to do, and a lot of thinking to do, which really, is why I'm taking this trip. I'm going to draw, I'm going to write, and I am going to glean all of the inspiration I can. Thank goodness I get to check bags!  

Woo Icelandair! 

I will be taking my computer with me, and I will be attempting to blog my travels. I want to share with you my experience as it happens. Also, maybe I'll get a new job as a travel blogger... who knows??? My posts will probably be bite sized, but maybe that's just what we need. Little bits of courage, and support, and love, and art, and candy... or whatever.  

I do want to share something that I thought a lot about while I was walking the floor of quilt market, seeing my friends, meeting my peeps, people showing me the Pearl Bracelets on their finger nails, and so on. I was getting weepy. I tend to be a little weepy, as a rule. I'm tender hearted and it easily surfaces. I just kept thinking about how grateful I am. Grateful for my life. Grateful for the work that I get to do, and the people that I get to meet. I'm grateful for the dearest people that I've met through this work that are now some of my best and closest friends. I am overwhelmed by it. 

I have now been a part of this industry for 7 years. I kept thinking about the people at Andover, and how they have known me for my entire adult life, and again I am overwhelmed by time, and care, and work, and dinners, and what that kind of relationship means. And how they have been a part of my growing up. 

I guess what I'm saying is that I could never have seen it. I could never have planned these things, in all of my idealistic lists and schemes. No amount of planning could have predicted or allowed me to understand the kind of joy that I would have in my life from knowing all of these people and being connected to so much goodness through being an artist. It's all so beautiful. 

Ok. The point. I want more. We all want more. But what's that quote, "gratitude is knowing that everything I have is enough?" I write to you all today to tell you that it is enough. Things can always be better, and it would be great if things were easier. But when we are constantly seeking what we don't have we loose sight of the good we do have. I have so much good. I don't have my own family, and my garden is dead, BUT, I have a faith that lifts me up, and I am healthy, and loved. I also get to make art as my living. I am also getting on a plane in 4 hours to go spend 2 weeks drawing in one of the most beloved museums in the world. I have enough. And as more comes, I will allow it in. And then my love and gratitude will grow and I will cry 30% of every day, but in a good way. But if I focus or lose energy or sleep over the things that I don't have, then what I do have will never be enough. That's no way to live I tells ya. 

I will never stop working and pushing for things to be better, but mostly I get distracted easy, and I don't want to lose sight of the great things that make up my little life. 

A couple of business notes. I will be shipping all items purchased from October 23-December 1 on December 2nd. Also, no Christmas cards will be available this year! I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm just a singular sensation. But! if you ordered an iPhone case, it will be shipped to you when I get to Boston that third week in November. So keep an eye out for those!  

Ok. I love you all. Stay tuned for drawings and thoughts as I galavant through London, a new city for me.   

"As you go through life make this your goal: watch the donut, not the hole."