A part of me

I remember my early childhood in vibrant action stills. The place, the smell, the color of the location are edge sharp in my mind. These early memories are not like later ones which are cohesive and linked chronologically somehow. Instead they are like pictures, snapshots in my head, often completely unrelated, just a few moments […]

Self Portrait Tuesday: A part of me

I am in my mama’s arms at around 9 months old. Look at all that plaid! Ahh, to be born in the 70s…

postcards recieved

I recieved the last of the postcards from the sawp Nichola organized. I was amazed at all the delicate stitchery—all but two had some form of sewing. It’s easy to impress me with sewing.
I have hilarious memories of learning to use a sewing machine in seventh grade. Our project was to make a nightgown. […]