Friday, the girls and I drove to Nashville to visit our friend Stacy (who is linked in the sidebar over there), who was visiting her[…]
You know how on Seinfeld, they always met up with people who were unreasonably rigid about stuff, or did things like spit on the floor[…]
I’m in a club at the Crackhouse working on a very involved quilt. Before July’s workshop, I made 52 arcs. One woman showed up at[…]
When my beloved sewing machine went in for its annual dusting and cleaning, Mary-the-Crackhouse-Owner noted that I have worn the feed dogs smooth — these[…]
